Scoil: An Clochar, Dún an Ochta
- Suíomh:
- Dún an Uchta, Co. na Gaillimhe
- Múinteoir: An tSr. Kostka
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Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0056, Leathanach 0013
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- XML Scoil: An Clochar, Dún an Ochta
- XML Leathanach 0013
- XML “Funny Stories”
- XML “Funny Stories”
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- A returned Yankee was very fond of relating wonderful stories to the simple people of his own village. These stories became so wonderful that the people at home began to doubt their truth. One day he went a little too far and the laugh was turned against himself. The folk were not as simple as my clever Yankee thought.He had gone into the village and his usual friends gathered around him. He felt a very big man indeed. Pride comes before a fall. He began to relate one of those wonderful stories. He told them that he had seen a motor car running up a hill almost as steep as the side wall of your Church here. Oh, that's(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)