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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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