EWADELE

"Tweaking were the winds, as the day was departing with all her props, beauties and beasts altogether with her, going like a fleeing kite - night. To where is she taking those? During her pats on the dirt and he coarsen his graces as she's lain aged - earth; on her fading stance be the comely crumbling of the much echoed droll - the ogrish - ajititi - who'd slain hands, of the villages there in jiffy and wickedly whined nightly".

“Just now baba, I'll walk with the fog into the forest's face for woods for fire”, said Ewadele. “Be careful and brief, the beast still runs, veiled still”, said he.

“She'd packed the woods, in those planks, dwelt agreckos, deadliest, whose poison construct be add to ace? ‘Yay, Ewadele's caught; her death was mourned; outta, out of rage, was the ajititi caught and bunt in the North’!”

Ewadele arrived screamingly plodding through the brook nearly for the dumb and deaf ajititi, too late. “Ah, he cured me, o, he was the one who loved me o...”! In anguish she exclaimed. “That hour sat somberly, all hands seized, gods gave in and fought above and then truce topped. Thus, Thunders talked tumbling, another one'd, betimes, fallen besides; man, could this be deuce”?

“That night left leaving denying the ground:

I had had besides the day, sport

Twain he'd cast us so, so taut

Beef and beast in lone pot”.

“And the day came glaringly grayish with his rays to call:

So gods could be wet, without wit

Much mumblings o'er, man's kit

One rift, they could not fit”.

“Another titan be born. Villages be faked by such slieveen turn. Ewadele, admiring the full moon crossing, caught the beast pace; she stooped n' slept irie, until dawn”.

By Jodekss Gloatkenf.