What A Load Of Bull
The pompous T.D. had crossed the field to ask Sean Dubh for his vote. A large
black bull chased him from the field. Panting and scared, he arrived at where
the farmer was working.
'Your... bull... chased... me. How disgraceful! Chasing ME. Why I'm the most respected
man in the Dail. I'm refined, cultured in fact a perfect model of a politician...
The farmer had kept on working and now made no remark. 'EHd you hear what I said?'
said the T.D., fuming. The farmer still kept on working and remarked drily. 'No
use telling me, sir. Tell the bull.'