Juan Gorree
Ghow mee yn skeeal shoh voish shenn spotch va goll mygeayrt lane bleeantyn
er dy henney. Cha nel eh caghlaait agh red beg.
Va dooinney dy row baghey
ayns Purt ny hInshey as eshyn ny hiaulteyr. Dooyrt eh dy row eh er hroailt
dys dy chooilley phurt sy teihll as shiartanse dy phuirt elley neesht.
S'cummey lesh yn ennym v'er, agh abbyr dy row eh Juan Gorree. Bione da dy chooilley
pheiagh va cheet ny whaiyl rish as myrgeddin va dy chooilley
pheiagh cur enney er.
Laa dy row dooyrt dooinney elley rish.
“Er-lhiams
dy nhione dhyt dy chooilley ghooinney bunnys ta baghey sy teihll, agh
varr mee dy voddym feddyn fer ennagh nagh nhione dhyt.”
“Cur dty argid boayl ta dty veeal,” dooyrt Juan rish.
“Kiart dy liooar eisht,” dooyrt eh. “Shoh queig puint.”
“S'mie shen,” dreggyr Juan; “agh bee uss coayl dty argid. Quoi yn chied
dooinney nagh bione dou?”
“Yn Kiannoort,” dooyrt yn fer elley. “Nhione dhyt eshyn?”
“Yn kiannoort?” dooyrt Juan; “va mee er chee shilley y chur er fastyr jiu.
Hug eh cuirrey dou goaill cappan dy hey marish. By vie lhiat cheet marym?”
Myr shen hie ad rhymboo derrey haink ad dys thie y Chiannoort. Doshil
yn kiannoort yn dorrys as dooyrt eh,
“Failt ort, Yuan. Trooid stiagh as chiow dty laueyn ec yn aile. As
quoi eshyn ta mayrts? My vees eh ny charrey dhyt, t'eh ny charrey dooys
neesht.”
Erreish dou faagail thie y Chiannoort, hug y fer elley queig
puint da Juan agh dooyrt eh rish,
“Shoh feed punt nish, as ta mee lane shickyr
nagh nhione dhyt yn nah 'er.”
“Bee oo coayl dty argid keayrt elley reesht,” as Juan. “Quoi yn nah
ghooinney?”
“Ard-aspick ny Raue,” dooyrt eh; “yn Paab Casherick hene.”
“Shen ro aashagh,” dooyrt Juan. “Va mee ayns y Raue shiaghtyn er dy henney
as hie mee lesh shilley ersyn. Aghterbee, hemmayds roin dys y
Raue as vermayds shilley er y Phaab cooidjagh.”
“Benedicite, my chaarjyn,” dooyrt y Paab tra doshil eh dorrys y Vatican.
“Yuan my charrey, trooid stiagh as chiow dty laueyn ec yn aile. Shoh
dty vayrn daag oo ayns shoh yn chiaghtyn shoh chaie.”
Myr shen chaill
yn fer elley e feed punt, agh v'eh slane kiarail dy chosney ooilley shen
er ash reesht as tooilley neesht. Myr shen dooyrt eh, “Shoh keead punt;
my vees yn trass dooinney cur enney orts beeyms jeant magh dy bollagh
as goym rish dy nhione dhyt dy chooilley ghooinney sy teihll.”
“Bee uss coayl dty argid yn trass keayrt eisht my ta,” dooyrt Juan. “As
quoi yn trass dooinney?”
“Mao Tse Tung!” dooyrt eh. “Varr mee nagh nhione dhyt eh.”
“Oh shione,” dooyrt Juan, “agh foddee nagh bee cooinaght echey orrym
pene.”
“Dy jarroo,” dooyrt yn fer elley. “Foddee dy jeanym cosney ooilley
my argid er ash voyds. Hemmayds roin dys y Cheein.”
Lurg troailtys feer vooar,
as erreish daue ceau lane argid, haink ad ny neesht er gerrey da
Pekin. Tra vrie ad son kied shilley y chur er Mao Tse Tung dooyrt
meoir-shee roo dy beagh eh kiart dy liooar da Juan Gorree er yn oyr dy nhione
daue eh dy mie, agh cha row eh shickyr mychione yn fer elley as
sheign da fuirraghtyn cheumooie. Dooyrt Juan rish.
“Fuirree cheumooie ayns shoh sy Cherrin Vooar as verryms Mao lhiams dys
uinnag ennagh as eisht bee fys ayd dy nhione da mish.”
Myr shen va'n fer
elley fuirraghtyn sy cherrin marish ram sleih elley as fy yerrey haink daa
ghooinney rish ec uinnag feer foddey ersooyl. V'eh bunnys shickyr dy nee
Juan yn derrey 'er agh cha row eh shickyr dy nee Mao yn jeh elley. V'eh
smooinaghtyn dy vel yn un 'er voish y Cheein jeeaghyn lheid y fer erbee
elley as nagh vod eh fakin anchaslys erbee eddyr oc. Myr shen hyndaa eh
mygeayrt as loayr eh rish fer va ny hassoo faggys da as dooyrt eh.
“Vel yn dooinney ta ny hassoo ec yn uinnag Mao Tse Tung ny dyn?”
“Cha sayms,” dooyrt yn Cheeinagh; “Ta mee voish ard elley mee hene,
agh foddym gra son shickyrys dy nee yn dooinney, ta ny hassoo marish,
Juan Gorree voish Ellan Vannin!”