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Granny's Rule: The Plantation in Cashel Townland
My lady is here. Open at once!
Don’t be bold. I’ll tell you who needs who.
Granny’s our landlord, likely to evict.
Do not give that bold child more oatmeal.
Out of the redhead’s hand jumps a creepy bug onto Granny. Belying her age, sharp, sudden swats fly right and left, joined by sobs.
Unionists have smuggled in rifles and ammunition.
Banishment!
Sinking into the sea of Granny’s misery.
Deadly battles between Irish republicans and the Irish Free State. Why are the Irish doing the job the English have been doing to the Irish even before the Ulster plantation, ridding Ireland of its meddlesome Catholics?
Granny's Rule
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