“That… play,” I said. “What did it represent?”

He frowned at me and tilted his head. I repeated the question, but it seemed he’d understood my words, but not their meaning.

“Represent?” he said. “Nay. It represent nowt. Tis just only the Auld Tup.”

--Written by Alexander Saxton.

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