This shouldn't be that hard right?

You quickly realize that this Irish Fairy is playing tricks on you so you decide to think of one that he can't mess up.

"All right." You say "I wish next to be a small lizard."

You find yourself in the body of a small skink. The Forest looks miles high.

"At least he didn't turn it all around on me." You say

You wander around deep in thought on what you want your next wish to be...You see some small fairies dancing in the distance the Lepricaun seems to be among them

Next to the faires is a small glowing stone is the color of gold

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