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In the pretty light of sunset, PADRAIC finger-paints something on a small piece of wood with black shoe polish which we can’t quite see yet, as around him nose his pony, his calf, and COLM’s dog.
The dog scratches at the door, to get back to his own home, but PADRAIC clicks his fingers & it sits back down, sadly.
PADRAIC (V.O.)
Obviously I don’t know what ‘ensconced’
is, but I thank you for the offer of
the free bed and the whatnot.
(pause)
But I won’t be taking you up on it, I’m
afraid.