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Cuhullin: Well, now, that’s very civil of you,     Narrator 4: Now, Oona had made up that one,
              woman. But it grieves me even more to learn he’s  too, so when he came back, she again tried not
              not at home, ’cause I was told I’d find him here.  to look surprised.
              Oona: Well, now, you were told wrong, for Fin is   Oona: Come in now and eat.
              away at his causeway. He went rushing there in     Narrator 2: She sat him down and put his food
              a terrible rage. It seems that some giant called   before him, with a big pile of bread loaves—the
              Cuhullin has been looking for him, and Fin went    ones she’d made with the iron griddles inside.
              off to teach that fool a lesson.                   Cuhullin: Now, that’s fine-looking bread.
              Cuhullin: Then I’ll go and find him there, for     Narrator 3: Cuhullin picked up a loaf and sunk
              I’m Cuhullin, and I won’t rest till I’ve settled any   his teeth into it.
              argument about whether he’s stronger than me.      Cuhullin: Aaahhhhhh! A thousand thunderbolts!
              Oona: Ach, don’t be in such a hurry. Come in       Woman, what did you put in your bread?
              and take your rest awhile. You’ll need it, if it’s Fin   Oona: Nothing! What ails you, tall man? That’s
              you’re going to fight, for he’s twice your size and   the bread my husband eats six dozen loaves of,
              ten times stronger-looking!                        every day!
              Narrator 1: Fin nearly fell out of the cradle with   Cuhullin: You mean he eats this stuff?! Sure it is
              fright.                                            hard as rock, and I’ve lost one of me good front
              Fin: Oh, why does she have to go and blab like     teeth on the first mouthful!
              that? Why doesn’t she just let him go?             Oona: Didn’t I say you were a poor, weak thing
              Narrator 4: But Oona wasn’t so anxious to get rid  compared to Fin? Ach, you’ll regret the day he
              of Cuhullin.                                       gets his hands on you.
              Oona: Now, just set yourself down, and I’ll have a  Cuhullin: Nonsense! If he can eat this bread, so
              meal ready for you in no time. I’ve got the bread   can I!
              all baked and a lovely pot of stew on the fire.    Narrator 1: He picked up another loaf and dug
              Oh, while you’re waiting, I wonder if you’d do     his teeth into it.
              me a favor. A cold wind blows in at the door, this   Cuhullin: Aaahhhhhh! I’ve lost me other front
              time of day. Would you be so kind as to turn the   tooth!
              house around? Fin always does it for me when       Oona: Man, it’s a good job you never met up
              he’s home.                                         with Fin! It’s more than your two front teeth
              Cuhullin: Certainly.                               you’d have lost.
              Narrator 2: Up he got and went outside. With no    Cuhullin: You’re tricking me! I don’t believe any
              bother at all, he picked up the whole house and    man eats bread like that!
              turned it to face the other way.                   Oona: Oh, don’t you now! Just wait till you see
              Narrator 3: Oona was a bit surprised, because      this.
              Fin himself couldn’t have done it—she’d just       Narrator 4: She took one of the loaves off the
              made that up to frighten Cuhullin. But she didn’t   table and walked over to the cradle where Fin
              let on when he came back in.                       was lying dressed like a baby.
              Oona: Thank you kindly. There’s just one other     Oona: This is Fin’s son. Isn’t he a fine little lad!
              thing, I’m hoping you won’t mind my asking.        Just like his daddy.
              Cuhullin: Ask on, good woman.                      Fin: Goo, goo! Goo, goo!
              Oona: Fin was going to make a new well for me      Oona: Here you are, me dove, have a bit of
              near the house, but he forgot to do it, he left in   bread.
              such a terrible temper. There’s water under all    Narrator 2: Now, this loaf looked like all the rest,
              that rock for certain—all you need to do is pull   but Oona knew that it was the only one without
              the mountain apart.                                an iron griddle.
              Cuhullin: All right, then, I’ll see if I can find it    Narrator 3: She gave Fin a big wink. Then Fin
              for you.                                           took a bite of the loaf that took away half the side
              Narrator 1: Off he went again. From the front      of it.
              door, Oona watched him put his big fingers into    Fin: (sounds like Fin eats the bread, imitating a
              a little crack in the rock. And with a couple of   happy baby)
              tugs, he ripped open the mountainside so the       Cuhullin: That’s amazing! And you tell me this is
              water gushed out.                                  Fin MacCool’s child?




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