Em̧m̧an ke iļo̧k n̄aneb ko ak bade ko ijo ijelā men ko renana renaaj bōk jikier, n̄an kwaļo̧k juon waanjon̄ak em̧m̧an?
Pija
A young man in a black plaid shirt is resting his chin on his hand.
Kōmeļeļe in pija jān David Stoker
Kajitōk ippām̧ m̧ake: “Kain waanjon̄ak rot ij lukkuun ļōm̧nak inaaj kōm̧m̧ane ilo jōkjōk en?” Eļan̄n̄e kwōj ļōm̧nak in iļo̧k n̄an jet jikin ko emaron̄ wōr uno ko rekajoor ak kadōk, nuknuk ko rōjekkar, al ko emaron̄ kar em̧m̧anļo̧k kōjan̄jan̄ ko ie, ak ikkure ko rettoonon, ewi wāween am̧ naaj kar kwaļo̧k n̄an armej ro ke emaron̄ kar ļapļo̧k aer em̧ōņōņō ilo an ejjeļo̧k men kein? Ta eo armej ro ipeļaakūm̧ remaron̄ ļōmņake—“ta ejjab juon waanjon̄ak em̧m̧an kake tōmak im jon̄ak ke?” ak “etke armej rej barāinwōt itok?” Ilo enan̄in aolep jekjek rot kein, enaaj ļapļo̧k an em̧m̧an am̧ waanjon̄ak eļan̄n̄e kwo jab etal, kōnke koban lukkuun jeļā im make door eok ilo kapo.