From a story I wrote
Once upon a time there was a magical kingdom. In this kingdom there was a young girl, not much older than you or me (assuming, of course, that you and I are slightly younger than the girl, which, of course, is a faulty assumption). There was something odd about the girl, but no one could quite figure it out.
Puin ⱥt timce, macinlⱥ caharcúil ecarā. Neⱥ ecarā, ilúo búucninı bibrhā— on to lus ⱥlialı r' so ro tirā carā (fı lıs nı tirā carā ilúⱥb; la hi onledu r'). O onlⱥ r' neⱥ ecarā, tısıl on to tilanus rihu.