Minnel had slept his night well.

Before sleeping he had hosted another poker night with his neighbors, though this time he had passed the games and simply acted as a dealer. Like usual he took a small fee for people entering and in return offered some decent sour punch with some jelly to accompany it. After one bowl of punch down and the winner was clear, they had continued the night with some good whisky from Minnel's homeland. Stories had been passed all the way until midnight, when people had one after another thanked for the evening and left. Minnel put the place back in order before sleeping.
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[i]It was a golden room he was in. Floor was made from golden coins, and the furniture was simple. Table, chair and some tea pottery. Minnel sat on the chair and drank tea from his cup and smiled after every sip he took. There was a window and outside it was sunny, with green land surrounding him everywhere. He was happy, Minnel thought. 
"I am feeling fine", Minnel said. [/i]
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When he woke up, he smiled. It was very common for him. Today was going to be a good day, he thought. "Today is going to be fantastic", Minnel said. And so he changed his green, white striped pajamas to comfortable woolen trousers (white) and red sweater with white stripes going around the chest. This morning he didn't go to shower; it was Sunday, after all. He broke the eggs and made himself an omelet with lots of mushrooms in it. To accompany it, he boiled some water and made fine Earl Grey tea. And after enjoying the breakfast - which he very much did - he opened the door and welcomed the September's chilly Sunday.

Today was a special day. He was going to do gardening. It was also a "Make up-day" for those that would have been sick at Pine Hollow Private Investigations, but Minnel hadn't been sick, so he enjoyed his day off. He was a leprechaun and like all happy little gnomes he didn't get sick easily. And even if they were sick, they would still work. Gnomes can't help it. Neither could Minnel, who kept his mobile phone ready in case they needed him back at the office. Weekend bonus was a weekend bonus that a leprechaun couldn't resist.

But enough about greedy nature of leprechauns. Minnel's plan was to kill off the bugs and take off weeds before the winter came. They would become quite a trouble during next spring if he didn't poison them out. And he gladly did it. He had bought some tough weed wacker he had and some sprayable bug-poison that coated the leaves and branches and pedals of his roses and bushes. Minnel shook the can of poison sprayed and smiled as the deadly mist came over the petals and covering some unfortunate bugs. This day couldn't fail, he thought.
 "This day won't turn out sour", he said.