The night of March 31st and as little Patrick the Catholic gets tucked up in bed his Mum says "if you pray really hard tonight, tomorow you will be a Protestant like me!" So little Patrick prays like never before. Morning comes and Patrick is still a catholic. "Mummy mummy" he cries "I prayed so hard last night but I'm still a horrible Catholic." His mother gently pats him on the head "I know son... April fool you wee Fenian bastard!"