Dedh Dew Cans Pemp warn Ügens
De Meurth, terdhegves mis Est
Tuesday, 13th August
Flehes moy! E'n gwelha pres tho an gewer segh ha 'jei a warias e'n lowarth. An maw bian a dhros y dhiwros. Ma rün vas rag mos war nans pur üskis. Pigüs rag nebonan nag ew bes pemp bloodh. An kei bian a withas mes a y vorr (fordh). Na veu whans dhodho bos gweskys gen diwros o neyja. Gwell o gans y hôr mires orth godhviles münys. Hei a welas qwilkioresow bian war (hag en) avalow codhys, dranow war flourys ha bulhornes war dhel. Ha hobma – thew hobma grigen yonk – bohes arves.
More children! Fortunately the weather was dry and they played in the garden. The little boy brought his bicycle. There is a handy slope for going downhill very fast. Thrilling for someone who is only five years old. The little dog kept out of his way. He didn't want to be hit by a flying bicycle. His sister preferred to look at tiny wild animals. She saw wasps on (and in ) fallen apples, bumble bees on flowers and snails on leaves. And this – this is a young grasshopper – immature.
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