2025 Day 255
2025 Dedh Dew Cans Pemdhek ha Dogens
De Gwener, dewdhegves mis Gwedngala
Friday, 12th September
Friday, 12th September
Ma De Gwener et agan daralla, ewedh. Ma'n sira an mosy ow redya paper nowodhow.
It's Friday in our story, too. The girls' father is reading a newspaper.
“Kettern? Rosa? Ero’whei godhvos nebes adro dhe hebma?” emedh ev.
"Katie? Rosa? Do you know anything about this?" he says.
“Scrifys ew òbma dr’era gweyth a routh-hysteria en scol an pluw de Lün eus passyes. Scol whei, martesen?”
Diflam ew agan semblans.
"What are you talking about, Dad?"
"It says here that there was an outbreak of mass-hysteria in a local school last Monday. Your school, perhaps?"
We look innocent.
“An flehes a dreylyas müscok ken kidnyow ha pònya oll adro dhe’n pras, pecar’a bestes gwyls."
“Eus tra veth e’n artikel ’dro dhe gònines?”
"The children went mad before lunch and ran around the field, like wild animals."
"Is there anything in the article about rabbits?"
“Cònines? Whei 'gas diw a wör neppeth.”
“Thera lies cònin gwydn ow tos mes a hott hir dha sira wydn. Anjei a veu chassyes adro gen an flehes.”
Ma Tas ow hanaja.
"Rabbits? You two know something."
"Lots of white rabbits were coming out of your grandfather's top hat. They were chased around by the children."
Dad sighs.
“Na wrüg an düs gowldevys gweles cònines veth. Tho an cònines rag an lagajow flehes en üdnek.”
The grown-ups didn't see any rabbits at all. The rabbits were just for children's eyes."
Ma mir sevür dhe Das.
“Diantel ew an hott na. An nessa tro ev alja bos neppeth hackra avel cònines. Nei a dal daskemeres an hott."
Dad looks serious.
"That hat is dangerous. Next time it could be something nastier than rabbits. We should get the hat back."
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