Scoil: Fedamore (B.) (uimhir rolla 14068)

Ar an leathanach seo

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   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   a slap across the well lined face. He was turned for the moment Then she shoved him from her She caught him again but this time he hit her and shoved her inside and ran out through the paved yard He was as far as the gate His heart wouldnt let him move He rushed back and picked up the Little wounded soldier put it inside his Shirt and was gone. He hurried down along the old Bog road where haw thorns grew at each side He was almost Hidden from view He stood abruptly and felt for the chick inside vest he took it out and rubbed the wounded wing and put it back again you will May be keep me company it is rather a Lonely jurney twas the Month june and any one would Love to travel His chest was a bit ticklish wing to his going burden that Lay inside his chest for warmth He thought to himself the when old Nel would Miss her She will Look for Crowlegs cat He spied a field of corn jumped inside the fence and gave the chick some He watched her and felt on ached in his own stomach However I will be a rich Man He picked up his burden and repaced it inside his chest and went on his way He hadent gone far when a rabbit ran across the road He bent down and waited in ambush to try if he could catch it "I will be able to in coiorage the glass tryed old witch by taking her a reblet He hadent Long to wait when he peeped his little head on him and squesed his neck hand on him

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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