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	<passage mp3="AUDIO_REPOS/2758.mp3" title="The Prank"><![CDATA[<div id="passage"><p><strong>Yuri: </strong>Show, Shirley, we were talking about
  childhood memories. And you're from
  Scotland. Is there anything from your
childhood that you can tell us?</p>
<p><strong>Shirley:</strong> I've got a really funny story actually.
  Maybe I was about ten years old or
  something, and we used to have this little
  kind of shack in the countryside that we were
  dragged to every weekend, and away from
  civilization, you know, and no running water, no electricity. So we
  kids had to make our own fun. I've got my brothers, myself, and a
  couple of cousins, we would always go there at weekends or
  school holidays or something, and one of the highlights was to go
  to the Sunday School, the Sunday morning church service, and
  the reason ... one of the reasons this was attractive to the kids
  was because they bribed us to go there by giving us sweets
  when got there, so it was great. So we always went anyway. It
  was a church service for about an hour, singing hymns and stuff
  like that. Anyway, this one Sunday we arrived early, about half an
  hour early. There was nobody there. The church wasn't open yet,
  so it was, as most people know, it rains a lot in Scotland, so on
  that rainy day, we all were wearing our cagoules which is a kind a
  rain jacket with a big pocket in the front, and while we were
  waiting for everybody else to arrive, we started just kind of playing
  around in the trees. There was a little river nearby, and it was at
  the time of year when the tadpoles were turning into baby frogs,
  so we got this crazy idea to collect all these ... I'm talking
  hundreds of frogs were around, so we all got a big handful of
  baby frogs, put them in the big pocket of our cagoule, went off into
  church. So there we are, we're kind of in the middle of the crowd.
  You know, we weren't at the front of the back, kind of in the
  middle, and everybody's standing up singing the hymns, and
  really getting into, you know, the church singing and stuff like that,
  and then we decided that we would get the frogs out, so each of
  us, one at a time, one of us kids, one at a time kind of crouched
  down like we were tying our shoe lace, and let all of these frogs
  out of our pockets, so these tiny little frogs started jumping all
  over the church, and there's all these ladies in their Sunday best
  and started squealing and screaming and the minister didn't know
  what was going on, and he's trying to keep everybody calm, and
  we're just singing along with the hymn, you know, we're really
  innocent and they had no idea, cause they didn't see us do it, so
  they had no idea what had happened, and yeah, we got away
  with it. We didn't get told off, cause we didn't get caught, and
yeah, when after the church service, you know, we had such a laugh after the church service, and yeah, that's one of my
greatest childhood memories. Getting up to mischief with my
brothers.</p></div>]]>
	
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