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| Once upon a time, there wa' a wee lad who didna
like t' do the work his da tol' him t' do. Full
o' piss and vinegar, this snot-nosed lad ran away
from 'ome one day. By the time it got dark, he wa'
cold and 'ungry. He decided t' go back 'ome. Back
at the 'ouse, his da told 'im "Git away from
'ere, ye ungrateful brat! We're using yer room as
a sheep pen now." The rest o' the family crowded
out the door and began t' throw sticks an' rocks
at the wee boy's 'ead. The brat ran off inta the
night, crying wi' shame an' fear. 'E froze t' death
'eer morn, 'is wee little blue 'ands clutching 'is
tattered coat about 'is frozen shoulders. |
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