Do not listen to him, listen to me.
CUCHULLAIN.
What are you wrangling over?
BARACH.
He is fat and good for nothing. He has left me the bones and the feathers.
CUCHULLAIN.
What feathers?
BARACH.
I left him turning a fowl at the fire. He ate it all. He left me nothing but the bones and feathers.
FINTAIN.