v. (VIII)

ṭáhaḳ míˀšer wa-ˀeṭhíḳiḳ ˁaf yebáraḥ di-gáḥi wa-yhe eṭhíḳiḳ mey gɔd men ˁö́ṭmo wa-ho mey ḷe-ˁibhέre wa-yhe tóˀo áẓ̂aˁ be-gáḥi nö́ḳab be-ˀeẓ̂ˁáyreher wa-ho ksö́wek ešmóŝi rího be-meŝíyyo kor éyhoṣ̌ embaṭáṭa wa-tóˀo hímaˁk mey neḳábe ínoˀs fe sénne di-ˀɛtédik ber de ḥaḷf kin bey
‘A billy goat slid down into the gorge and went on sliding until it landed at the bottom of the wadi. Now its body was glistening (out of plumpness) , so fat it was. And all this happened just in front of me: when the goat hit the ground, letting out a terrible yelp, I was drawing water from a well with a bucket to water my sweet potatoes with. When I heard it yelp, I felt a little pang of fear inside me, as in that area many things can be present’ (CSOL III 16:88)