A St Patrick's Day short story

Once upon a time, in a land not so far from here - okay, so the same city - there was a little girl named Nicole. Her auntie Julie babysat her each day. Little Nicole was the curious type, and one day asked her aunt about finding the end of the Rainbow. Can you ever find it? Is there really a pot of gold at the end? she asked. Her aunt simply replied, Yes, but some people have gone to look for it, and since the Leprechauns move the gold so often, they are never able to find it. She explained that the people get lost forever, so Nicole decided she didn't want to look for the gold at the end of the Rainbow anymore. She didn't want to get lost.

I'm not really sure when I realized it wasn't true, or maybe it is true?

Happy St Patrick's Day!