Where things get weird:

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“Eiqhor-anèsit-ing fhoâ pó-xhni-sur aníqhexhyutsà-yatser,” tlhèqha
tsiwòniya’ ei-xhrejor Xefháris-ing.

“But I dearly can’t be a bridegroom, being a maiden!” cried, saying the
Princess bride.

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“Xhnoet xoaqája khrúju qìr xhmé pákh-àkhmikh prárm pfhu xhyús?” pràka
tàfhli’ ei-xhrejor xhwó-yùsqrun-ing tlhiwa-xamli-yòtya.

“However, who shall give the hexagonal books that are trophies of battle?”
asked, saying the great quire of voices.

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“Ei xhyémonim tlhau kus jáxe xhrejexaséqà-yejikh qui,” paje-fhaplìnamatt
Tájo-xing xhònu’ Alixhlinyè-yejikh fhlá-yepakhh khnenwa-xhlókhes-òtya
xhnoike khmér-ùnwung kexhe-yoafhe-xing ixhmoaxhnerei-xùxhwi’
angikher-oâqe  paje-yeiléja
tsena-khméta ser xhuxhni-yùlkha’, “Ásil tlhaxhexa-yòntet fhtae-yòntet
prárm!”

“’Tis the exceptional mistress, oh, who shall give, in general, of course,”
chanted the Dodo, pointing at Alixhlìnye with one of his feathers, and all
the omnium-gatherum was suddenly an untold number around her, crying out,
saying in a gallimaufry way, “Be there awards of books and prizes and
trophies of battle!”

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Qyìxer thùxha xhlir Alixhlinye-yìnwi lwaokh-eîtlho-xing
khamamamat-étyaî-yafham kexhe kae xing kho’ éxhnokh qlaêkhh khmóyi
qthefhtern-ùpwar koaqing qlìpei’ íkhil-an-èpyer sàlwu khlàkhpu
tanxha-yùpwar fhlárt-ùtya kexhe-xhli-xing.

Alixhlìnye lacked an idea concerning the circumstance she had to do, so,
despairing, she thrust her hand into her pocket, and by chance drew out a
box of lunar delight.

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Fhaîxhot kexhe ser ing pejor khnen-opaingana qhikhrepta-yùlkha kei-qix-ing
lràfha thúro xhnir ámaxa.  Peqhíleqa-yùpwarn qòxo khmaun-èxhyeu
khórt-àswaor éxhò-yan-ing.  Ólya xhá tarqwoanthe-yùtya tlhapta-yùtya xhmir
khurìterit.

She happened to be lucky, since the sour water with snow salt had not
reached into it.  She distributed the candies as gifts for all.  There
existed, in sooth, a single piece of squished, melted lunar delight for
each one.

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“Eiqhor-ekeptamatája khrúju tlhaxhèxaxa stélàr-ani-ng pón khasyakh,”
paje-jhkhèkhqa Xhaûrlro-xing.

“But the princess herself must welcome an award,” chanted the Squirrel
Mouse.

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“Tlhéxha-yan-ithni-xing-àqwa,” qhèpurkh Tájo lwònono khyi.  “Stór-ìng-axiis
tsena toaqing eiqòxhres tú-qi-xing?” xhlípe xhlothelónge’ ei-xhrejor
xhele-tlheûs-ing Alixhlinyè-yejikh.

“Of course the callinymph ‘tis who shall,” replied the Dodo, being very
grave.  “What else may you have in you pocket?” he continued, saying,
turning to Alixhlìnye.

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“Jhyòpi pyupeino-yùlkha’ ó-qi-xing-e-sa poa,” paje-tiênamat Alixhlìnye
pejor khwèrara.

“Perchance even I only have a yoyo,” chanted Alixhlìnye, being earnest.

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“Khmangumatéqa-jathimo qoe’ ei-yipau-xing tú-yories-ing aî-xhwònene,”
paje-xhmiîyeqhe Tájo-xing.

“Honor us, please, by giving it hither, oh callisphyrous maiden,” chanted
the Dodo.

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Poanwo-yungpu-yoîtal kexhe-yoafhe-xing xhwexetlhang-epakh-ùxhwi xhìsququ
xhùthnos pyupeîno xhroe Tájo-yatser-ing kus kèntha thèngpint
paje-tsaqnelónge xá Qlausa-yùngpos-ing Íngajo-yètyikh taê tsena-Keîqhi
Qlása-Xhelkhajakhtà-yejikh qthenxha-yepwò-yenokh ás jhpèka xeméqyiyì-yengut
pyupeîno pfhu tú-yories-ing!”  Xhnoet pwao-yuîqa kus syesyétlha xhlir lyáro
qrètlhe koxha-xing-uiqa pfhàwe pfhàwe kòrpa.

Then they all, standing and then kowtowing, chanced to become a crowd again
around her, while the Dodo, being sedate, presented the toy yoyo, as he
pronounced solemnly, prostrating himself, saying, “Oh August One among the
High Castes, oh Child of the worshipful House of the Sun, from us dear
begging ones, be it that you please accept this elegant yoyo!”  And, after
he finished, making a formal speech, in orotund but brief words, all things
cheered and cheered.

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Paje-pènxhi’ Alixhlìnye jempikh-èmpai khorna-tínu ser eyper p-opaingaja
wthejhu-yèjikh-axúng kóm jhanwa pejor qthàfhle kú-xuxhwi soe kòtem
xhele-talu-xing-èpyer swoa-yèfhto khyása kexhe-xhli-xing-e-sur
khmúta-yèxhyeu kho xhwaôptu xhweníketlhàng-ejikh khwóm-an-ing xhnoike’
èngem pyupeîno kexhe-yan-ing fhefhikh-èthya xhyí-yethyà-yaxúng xhnir fhoâ.

Alixhlìnye thought that the entire situation was very absurd, but they all
appeared so ergaphilick in their dignified demeanor that, daring, she did
not laugh at an inappropriate moment, and she accidentally could not
remember words to say, so she merely bowed deeply, as she stood, and took
the yoyo, being as serious and as un-giggly as possible.

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Pejor pejàrlel tqìngqot pwílam-àthwar khúmárlimalri-yùtya khlámakh.
Khyeulelónge
xhmút-òntet kòfhut pei-xhli-xing khmuqhaî-yejet xhlir wtsér
theqyekhályò-yepakh paje pejor xhùtse xhyeû jhanwa-khnál-ùtya fhoâ
kú-xhni-sur xhnoike xhnípe papan-òlkha paimpè-yepakh fhín ser iilii upyer
xhnípeu prér-ejikh kekoaqe qeyeîtsayoi xhàtyu kekoaqe pyáxoi keku.

In terms of the next quest, they had to eat of the lunar delight.  This
happened to cause bomination and confusion, because the large birds and big
fishes groused, saying that they could not taste of their candies, and the
birdling and small fishes were choked, and they had to be struck upon their
dorsal finwings and upon their backs.

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Xhnoet khmérn-èlkhum ól ker páyayot-èpyer kekoaqe thètlhir pejor thyùmat
khrànte keku-yepyer qthènxha Xhaurlroa-yùpwar keku-yan joa-jáxe-yèxhyeu
jhpiilwafhóràtha-yejikhh khmeqà-yatser keku-xhmi koxh-ing.

However, verily verily ‘twas finished, and they sate down in a round
circle, and they beseeched the  male Squirrel Mouse to weave some more tale
or other unto them.

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“Qoxhwàrnyuma’ ei-xhrejor lrún-èxhyeu tú-xing khneu-paje-thoqelínge-yènwe
tseu khleikha-xhrafhapii-yùpwar pú-xhmi-yòntet,” paje-xhlothelónge’
Alixhlìnye, “khneu-paje-thoqelínge-yènwe pú-xhmi tú-yan keixhmoas xhrúfha
lwasq-opaingalei fhriim-ulkha-yòntet xhwáwa-yàjhwen.”

“You promised to tell me, I know, both your history,” chanted Alixhlìnye,
“and why you mislove meows and yelping.”

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Xhrí tlhir khréqaxhelónge paje-xhmiîyeqhe xhele-khwiifhèfhafha
qtí-yatser-èqras ker xhmojuxújor-ùngpu koxh-ing.

She was afraid to add, to say it, to whisper, since he may be troubled and
ashamed again.

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“Áraûka tlhentu-yèthya qoqtákhoi-yèthya jhetlhenújo-yèthya jana xhnir
káqes-ing ikhi-yèpakh-ing ó-xhrejor poa!” paje-qhàtiya Xhaûrlro-xing-àxhwa
tlheus-eîlwai’ Alixhlin-yèyejikh wthermet-eîlwai.

“My story world chances to be a timeline as long, as undulating, as glum
as, perhaps, my tail!”  chanted the Squirrel Mouse, as he turned to
Alixhlìnye and sighed.

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“Tú-xhrejor-ing xhmiit-àxhwa pejor tsèlet íngoir quja jhwuirosoi-yèthya
quja xhnir tserakhàpfheri,” paje-qhèlta’ Alixhlìnye kus qlòyant pwoâpa
xhnalwa-xhrepla-yòtya-xing Xhaûrlro-xing.  “Eiqhor xhyeixhmoas xhrúfha
tqàqyumatt toe qhanínìtatu xhroe jhenújo xhroa tú?”

“Yours is a tail, to be certain, long and undulating, like those with
dayspring rondured hair,” chanted Ailxhlìnye, as she looked down with awe
upon some of the Squirrel Mouse’s tail.  “However, for what reason do you
state your tail of sadness to be true?”

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Xhnoet qewémuntu-yòjhwant pei-yeitlho-xing kexh-ing pejor fhókheuqha-yoâqe
Xhaurlro-xing-àqwa’ ei kúl-òjhwa kus pfhùpa swipto-yèpakh-ing
kexhe-xhrejor-ing kàlkhet xhroe xhnèweir pfhu.

And she she kept racking her brains about this, as the Squirrel Mouse was
speaking solemnly, and ‘tis such, that her idea of the knot tying timeline
resembled.

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Khnenya-yaongiy-àxhwa khwòtlhat

Xhnoe Xhwáwa-yaongi-xing-àxhwa

Xhlòthe Xhaurlro-yaswaôr-ing aifhì-yafham

Qir sèqama kú kae kú-yaxhwa’,

“Íreu tlhùkhmos xhnakhneî-yutakh

Koaqoas kanit-àmpeitt tqóngi tepu-yan-eng!

As for the furious Cat,

And the platypus,

They chanted to the Squirrel Mouse

That they met for the first time in a crannog,

“Let’s go the hexagonal pyramid,

where we three shall sing opera trial songs!

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Xhlipíreu!  Kàrul-ul fhàqi xhroe

Xhnoe’ íxoîkarul pwìngtol xhroe

Xhnoe tnapóqhe tikhíkhixhaôrlte xhroe/

Xhnoe xhòqyo khòfhru xhroe

Tepu qíreu khyi xang tlheirkhà-yejet

Khángpa pejor xhthátha sir áng tepu-xhli.”

Go on!  Would that we three have

Many hymns of joy,

And melancholy fairwell songs,

And epithalamia of laughter loving ones,

And opera trials of lorgnettes,

Because we have no songs this morning.”

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Syelèfhamat khyéja Khnenya-yaongi-yàswaor

Xhmir Xháwa-yaôngi Xhaûrlro tqeîrmu.

“Khnólyu xhmàlpafha khlúr xhnoe’

Anìsuli paîqe sàkh qhéru xhnoe

Qitiyókhikhi qir jhkhòtas  xhnàkhei

Qthuî tekhya-tnèxeyu xhlir fhlìryo kúl.

Making a formal speech, the clever Squirrel Mouse

Chanted to the Cat and Platypus,

“There are no arborescent opera deemsters,

and no intoning, sacred rite performing, dancing opera jurors, and no opera
clerics in the hexagonal pyramid.  Such nonsense songs would by chance
drain ones mouth breath.

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“Xekhqa-yàlwos twaijóle-yùpwar qlèqha pfhu yontet

Lyófhemet lyófhemet pfhu’ ú-yepakh-e-sa,

Fhwaô jaî-khniriis oîltaikh thurùt-enokhh,” khyéja

Xhwáwa-yaôngi khwòtlhat xhnoe Khnenya-yaôngi-xing.

“Fheqrumat-àmpein wthiepta-yùpwar koxha-yan-epyer

Qhàtqoa qlèyor xéqrori xhlir khátei Xhaurlrò-yuqei koxha-yan-ing.

“If, in fact, a soul happens to lack a whale song that is an earworm, or a
threnody, or possibly both,

than we, the dear predators, shall summon the honored, dread
assassin-executioner,” chanted

the furious Platypus and the Cat.

“He shall chop off your soul,

and feed your Squirrel Mousy head

to the velociraptors, to death.

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