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Novemc lec chisdådå!

Vŷl Morn, vev sentolstã? Mamåndå tandrastã us kilt irvmirtå nornèo rørvnerd er đrådam lir chisdådå. Ĵäcstez vevìa sassanstez ĵenc er trerir lir chisd: vrintstaz teccur, nørstaz tec uĝ ódíl, Ervestelc... Res rovirãrsta ler chisdådå zur, sellansta zur cardívgim, lorvesta zur Erv ler owäcst tir feóh uvêmáníd. Vevìa er ĵec, vevìa er ĵenc? Ulnuì gerc. Sverc, jelsag, precs tir vliq lantcol, er sursentol ler owirhulmv sartanådarn er øbil parinfå éa ehilév.

Beware of the baby!

O dear, what's happened? Yesterday, a pretty young girl came to our home to watch over the baby. She did what she could to entertain the child: she played with it, sung songs for it, etc. But nevertheless, the baby attacked her, tore her into pieces, devoured her, and it threw the rest out the window. What to do, what to do? I really don't know. And so, for the time being, we keep the affair silent, in order to prevent the police from starting to ask annoying questions.