Day Two Hundred and Twenty
Dew Cansves
Dedh hag Ügens
De Yow, nawves mis Est.
Thursday, 9th August.
E veu
hager tros en cres a’n nos. “Piw an Jowl eus warfedhys?” me a vednas orth o
honan. O hath a welas cath aral anketh der beister an gegin. Nena an kei a
venja moas mes e’n lowarth – ha whath o tewal. Òja hedna na aljama còsca arta.
Lebmyn skith o vy.
There
was a horrible noise in the middle of the night. “What the Devil has happened?”
I asked myself. My cat saw another strange cat through the kitchen window. Then
the dog wanted to go out into the garden – while it was still dark. After that
I couldn’t sleep again. Now I’m tired.
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