We are in Ireland and it's an awfully long time ago - centuries and
centuries. Manchán's mother wants to make a monk of Manchán, but Manchán
isn't having any of it. He'd much rather be mucking about with his pal
Pagan, or making up songs, or tramping through the forest with his pet
pig, Muck. And who wouldn't swap turnips and prayer for fun, adventure
and mucking about?