Me wuz buurn in de klowdz. Der lods ob bluud anjulz ub der, dem tayk kare ob me wen me jus a kub.

Huge bluud beestz tuuk me fer riyd nuw an den.

Wun muun, der de most bestesd ting eber seen,anudder orc jus liyk me, unlee biggur, kum flyin up tu me un big flyin bluud beest. He hop obb untu de klowd me un. Him tayk me hand, an kiss me un me hand. Me heerin muzik, an him an me stard tu danse.

We dansin an dancin, den him lift me up an pud me un de flyin beest. Him get un tuu, an We flyed tugeddur in de muunlite fer lung lung tiym, me su tired suun dat me fall asleep.

Wen me wakey, me findy meselb in dis fort me lib in nuw, lods an lods ob orcs jus liyk me, me du all kind ob guud tings tu help dem. Klomp roks, ma yk armur, kullet wuul, makey heely klofs, sew leddur tings. Me happy heer, but me miss de bluud anjulz.

Zaal kum an sey "Dat nub tru! Dat jest fantazee, mayd up sturee! Lat wuz burn rite heer in furt, we ib sisturz!"

Me jus luuk up intu sky an smile