Jonathan Swift / Tranzlaty
When I woke daylight had just broken.Mgbe m tetara, ìhè ehihie ka agbajiri.I attempted to rise, but I could not get up.Agbalịrị m ibili, ma enweghị m ike ibili.I had happened to fall asleep on my back.Ọ bụla na m dara n’azụ m.And now my arms and legs were fastened to the ground.Ma ugbu a, ogwe aka m na ụkwụ m agbachiela n’ala.My hair, which was long and thick, was tied down too.Ekechikwara ntutu m nke toro ogologo ma buru ibu.I could only look upward, unable to move in any way.Enwere m ike ile anya elu, enweghị m ike ịgagharị n’ụzọ ọ bụla.The sun began to grow hot, and the light hurt my eyes.Anyanwụ malitere ito ọkụ, ìhè ahụ wee kpasuo m anya.I heard a confused noise all around me.Anụrụ m mkpọtụ mgbagwoju anya gbara m gburugburu.But I could see nothing except the sky above me.Ma enweghị m ike ịhụ ihe ọ bụla ma e wezụga eluigwe dị n’elu m.After a little time I felt something alive.Mgbe obere oge gasịrị enwere m mmetụta ihe dị ndụ.Something was moving on my left leg.Ihe na-akpụ akpụ n’ụkwụ aka ekpe m.It gently advanced over my chest.O ji nwayọọ na-aga n’elu obi m.And then it came almost up to my chin.Ma mgbe ahụ, ọ fọrọ nke nta ka ọ ruo n’agba m.
