Eiqhor-khmeîkor xhmúreir-òjhwan ei-xhrejor pón-aswaor kexh-ing kei-xhloas
kei-xhloas xhloên trínga khrúju qìr xhmé kúl-ùlkha’ íkhil-ing.  “Xhnípe’ ur
sunti-yùlkha qoe kei Qraqho-yetwúreu!” pajè-thothoas exh-ing.  “Xhnoet
p-opaingateqha khnujoxúxei khnujoxúxei xhroe postà-yatser khlèqiwa tekhya
xhmir khòkhteu’ ó-yan!  Xhnoet tsìswi tsìswi tìrxho qhalqatha-yòntett tìrxho
tról!

And, working on a project, she continuously planned to herself how e'er she
would manage such things.  “May they be sent by Carrier Ravens!” she
thought.  “And how risible they will seem to be, when one sets out to mail
presents to one’s feet!  And strange directions and amusing writs of
introduction will appear!

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Ás Khòkhteu Tnenátse so koaqing khrìjho xhnir qaqàkhye Swakaîxhrin’
Alixhlinyè-yejikh

Be this unto Little Princess Alixhlìnye’s antipodian foot, on her righthand
side, by the hexagonal rug

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Xhrir Alixhlìnye Swíyoîla Tlhoi-Fhitsarakh-ènwe kus Eîl
khorna-Khietha-yàxhmikhh Khlárn pfhu xing Khlìstri Khlusorlal-ing-ènwe’ Eûxa
xhroe yontet Xoet-ajhwen-òntet Fhlùxar

Xhrir Alixhlìnye Khíyoîla’ Ainoir-Qeretrúta-yìnwi kus Qwáss
swoe-yaxhmikh-èntal

From Alixhlìnye, Daughter of beloved Fhìtsarakh, Sun of all Glossopoeia, the
Land of Story, the Master of Health and Prosperity and life,

From Alixhlìnye, Daughter of blessed Qeretrúta, the Moon of happy memory

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Xhlir Pòta Telàqhawa Fhrérwo

Wtsoworlin-àxhwa khalern-òlkha-xing Alixhlìnye teiqha-khekhu-yatser-ùxhwi
pei-xing-axhwa

Jhunwenthè-yatser xhaîkhro sókaqtènokor!

By way of the Raven Courier Service Express,

Copied by Alixhlìnye’s right hand,

With all of her love,

As icy gold afternoon comes!

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Ás teir-xhmi xhalyum-òntet tlhàka’ Áterì-yejikh xhnoipe Tnànxhur xhnoipe
Fhyàqhu xhnoipe †Fhyúko!

May the kiss of peace and blessings of the Ancestors, Spirits, Immortals,
and the Father of Stars be unto dear you!

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Khaoqha-yétyai’

Aî-khokhta-yàjhyul-ing!

Be greeted,

Oh my right foot!

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Ájhoqha-Khyòmli xháqha lwátsim-oâqent pejor xhrèkhla xhrèkhla pú-xhli!

Oh mentoring, holy Solar Ancestors, what trivia I chance to be duckspeaking!

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Xhmèfhi yoital-apwa jáxha-yoâpa-xing tsenà-xhyeparl xhroe khátoi-yèpakh-ing.
Thyiesoa-yoîpil qwús janya-wtsoise-yùtya kexh-ing-e-sa-yepyer jaêrs
tlhepa-yùnwung xisqiku-yiilii-yùpwar tìtwu pfhu wtsaswákhiwen-an-èpyer
khloâr tnantànta so xing tsena-khmuitel-ùlkha kexhe-tlhi-xing.
Alixhlinye-yàxhwa
ker lrestopfhìtlhetso xhwaoptu-yefhtò-yajókh eingtalínge xhroe koe qir
sèpali khànu kexh-ing khmiqwelónge-yèxhyeu xhwarto-yùtakh-ing xhlir
tneûfhta-xing kexh-ing-epyer qyòqyoyot ei’ isaixì-yatser
fhitqi-yaloi-yingpenìngpent pyàkhtanga.  Khwoyelamat-ùngpu’ íngoir xhele
xhnir thètlhir.

Then ‘twas that her head struck against the roof of the teahall.  In fact
she was, in height, more than two spans, and suddenly she took up the wee,
golden skeleton key and hurtled towards the triangular and circular door of
the garden.  As for rosy haired Alixhlìnye, she could merely just lie down
upon one side of hers, in order to look towards the garden with one eye, but
‘twas hopeless, if she were to go through at any time, e'er.  Sitting down,
she began to shed tears again.

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“Xhontu-yàqluir pón-e-xhrejor tú-xing,” pajè-xhutse’ Alixhlìnye, “xá
qtuira-yìnwi fhtèkhamet!”  Pei pfhu fhrìmeqhe fhumfha-yèlkhim-ing.  “Éxhai
fhyùwejing tlhatlhìjhyot kúl-epakh!  Khaû-fhejhi qir syàrlpi
jakhna-tlhefhìrs-atser!”  Eiqhor-qwóyeqhe lwèntamet pejor kùyojo fhonil-ùtya
kexhe-xhli-xing es ól tsetrumet-àxhwa ptemíkhikh kexhe-yoafhe-xing xhméri
quja tlhoputoa-yùlkha khúni khniêt stereîjo quja xanxhas-àswaor
khmeltà-yaloi.

“You ought to be ashamed of being yourself,” chanted Alixhlìnye, “oh,
gargantuan girl that you are!”  She might have chanted those words.  “Oh
lady who keepest crying in such a manner!  Humbly stop this moment, by my
hest!”  However, proceeding, she shed baths of teardrops until there existed
a massive pool all around her, being almost in depth six digits, and
spanning unto the horizontal middle of the meadhall.

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-- 
Puey McCleary
http://pueyandtheprincess.conlang.org