So Paddy throws a set on the roan and he’s ridin’ it back to his own farm when they come to a little patch o’ heather, and Paddy thinks, well that Clancey he must have cracked his brain on the sun or some such thing but why chance it? So he pulls the roan around and the detour the heather by crossin’ a little stream. But no sooner are they crossin’ the stream than splat!, the roan suddenly sets down in the water and dumps Paddy on ‘is ‘ed, right on the stones there, and Paddy is wet and muddy and cut and bloody and he’s cursin’ out this harse a blue streak and pullin’ on the reins and the harse is just pullin’ back and goin’ whurrrrfffffffllllllll and shakin its ‘ed and it won’t budge for nobody or nothin’s sake.

So Paddy he’s fit t’ be toyed, and he goes starmin’ back across the paddock and he pounds on Clancey’s door and Clancey comes out and looks at ‘im and he excalims “why Paddy! I warned ye not to go near the heather, didn’t I?” And Paddy says “But we didn’t go near the farkin’ heather! We went round by the stream and he set down in it of a moment just like that and dumped me on me ‘ed and I can’t get his bleedin’ harse’s arse up again!”

And Clancey he just slaps his fore’ed and shakes his ed and he exclaims, “Aw Jaysus Paddy, I am so sorry – I farget to tell ye, he also likes to sit on fish!

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