'I heeerd a crash,' said Murphy. 'I examined meself, and I knew it wasn t me.
'It was me,' said Milligan. 'I felled off me bi-cycle. Tank heaven the ground broke me fall.'
'Oh yes, it's very handy like dat,' said Murphy, settling his arms along the wall.
'Oh dear, dear!' said Milligan , getting to his feet. 'I've scratched all the paint off the toe of me boot,'
'Is dat right den, you paint yer boots?'
'True, it's the most economical way. Sometimes I paints 'em brown, when I had enough o' dat I paints em black again. Dat way people tink you got more than one pair, see? Once when I played the cricket I painted 'em white, you should try dat.'
'Oh no,' said Murphy solemnly. 'Oh no, I don't like inteferring wid nature. Der natural colour of boots is black as God ordained, any udder colour and a man is askin' fer trouble,'
'Oh, and what I may ask is wrong wid brown boots?'
'How do I know? I never had a pair.'
'Take my tip, Murphy, you got to move wid der times man. The rich people in Dublin are all wearin' the brown boots; when scientists spend a lifetime inventin' a thing like the brown boots, we should take advantage of the fact.'
'No, thank you,' said Murphy's eyebrows, 'I'll stick along wid the inventor of the black boots. After all they don't show the dirt.'
'Dat's my argument, black don't show the dirt, brown ones don't show the mud and a good pair of green boots won't show the grass.'
'By Gor', you got something dere,' said the Murphy. 'But wait, when you was wearing dem white boots, what didn't dey show?'
'They didn't show me feet,' said Milligan, throwing himself on to the bike and crashing down on the other side.
'Caw ! ' said the crow.
'BALLS!' said Milligan. 'I'll be on me way.' He remounted and pedalled off.