João Grilo:
The bishop is coming. I doubt the priest will bless the bitch.
Chicó:
Why not? I once had a blessed horse.
João Grilo:
Come on, Chico! I'm up to here with your stories. They're always strange. And you explain by saying: I don't know, but so it was.
Chicó:
But I did have the horse! Should I say I didn't?
João Grilo:
Because of your stories, people say you can't be trusted.
Chicó:
I can't be trusted? Tom Marty can confirm it!
João Grilo:
Tom Marty's been dead for three years!
Chicó:
But he was alive when I had it.
João Grilo:
When you had it? You mean you gave birth to the horse?
Chicó:
No, but nothing surprises me anymore. Last month, a woman foaled a colt in Ceara.
João Grilo:
It's the drought. People starving. They can't have babies, so they have horses. Horse's food is cheaper and you can sell them.
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