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1. The Weasel's Gratitude (continued)

   

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   a monster rat in a death grip. Over and over they were going and their teeth and paws going like a windmill. My father after a minute or two looking at them saw that the rat was getting the upper hand of the weasel so he up with his ash plant and makes a lick at the rat. How and ever with the rolling they had and the haste he was in instead of hitting the rat it was the weasel he struck. With that the weasel let go his hold and bit my father through the stocking on the shin bone. My father didn't lose his head but made after the rat as it was going for the wall and killed it. The weasel all the while was watching him sharply and when he saw what my father had done he took to his heels and away with him.
   My father who was bleeding a lot crossed the wall into a pond and started to wash the wound for he was afraid the weasel had poisoned him. When he had cleaned it as best he could he crossed the wall on to the road, and it wasn't his prayers he was saying coming out of him I may tell you. He was just about to face Roscommon again when what did he hear but a tipping behind him and looking back of him what does he see but the weasel coming

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   Topics

   1. agents (~1)
      1. animal-lore (~1,185)

   Language

   English

   Informant

   James Gibbons

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Clashaganny, Co. Roscommon