An seson ew an kidnyadh. Üdn jorna, pa wrüga vy divüna e'n mettin, an howl wrüg spladna ha'n edhyn wrüg cana. My a savas emann (yn badn) mes an gwily ha mos en dor dhe'n gegin. My a fyttyas te, ha nena degy bolla emann dhe'n chombour. My a shakyas ow wreg a hy scoodh.
"Gwras devüna, melder !," medham, "Dedh teg ew."
Nei wrüga kestalkya ha hei 'eva hy the.
"Fatla qwra nei gwil troyl hedhyw ?" medham. "Nei ell dreivya dhe neb telher teg ha drei croust gena ni."
"Baris," medh hi. "My a venja mos dhe Goonvre dhe cüntel eyrin. E veu showr nodhans an vledhen diwettha."
Wòja cawas hânsel, my wrüg lâl, "Elles ta fyttya tabm ha my ow trei mes an car ?"
"En dhiogel !" emedh hi.
My egeras an carjy bès pa venja vy egery an car, ha pa wrüga vy gòrra ow dorn et ow fockat rag senjy an alwedhow, ca ! Na aljama trouvya anjei !
"Na wörama pele ma gerys genam alwedhow an car, colon. Eus gwres genes sight nodhans telher vyth ?"
"My a venja ga gweles et an skival eus war an dresser, sos."
"A ! Ottowns genam !"
"The season is autumn. One day, when I woke in the morning, the sun shone and the birds sang. I got up out of bed and went down to the kitchen. I made tea and then carried a cup up to the bedroom..."
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