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PADRAIC sitting in a corner on the floor, cut lip, face * bruised, and even his donkey, investigating the house, * rubbing her nose against doilies and such, can’t cheer PADRAIC today.
But then, finally, the donkey trots over to PADRAIC, and he * can’t help but give her a happy rub and a cuddle. *
PADRAIC
What’s that, Jenny? Will we go to the
pub for ourselves? We shall, d’you
know?! Who are them to rule the roost!
They head out together, cheerfully. *