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well (n.):
CUHULLIN: Ask on, good woman. pozo
OONA: Fin was going to make a new well for me near the
house, but he forgot to do it, he left in such a terrible temper.
There’s water under all that rock for certain—all you need to
do is pull the mountain apart.

CUHULLIN: All right, then, I’ll see if I can find it for you.

NARRATOR 1: Off he went again. From the front door, Oona
watched him put his big fingers into a little crack in the rock.
And with a couple of tugs, he ripped open the mountainside
so the water gushed out.

NARRATOR 4: Now, Oona had made up that one, too, so
when he came back, she again tried not to look surprised.

OONA: (warmly) Come in now and eat.

NARRATOR 2: She sat him down and put his food before
him, with a big pile of bread loaves—the ones she’d made
with the iron griddles inside.

CUHULLIN: Now, that’s fine-looking bread.

NARRATOR 3: Cuhullin picked up a loaf and sunk his teeth
into it.

CUHULLIN: (bites down, then jumps up, roaring with pain)
Aaahhhhhh! A thousand thunderbolts! Woman, what did you
put in your bread?

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