Teyaknyatkánye'skwa'


Tuskëö nae työkwanöhsút thë'tyôtak ne Ricky Bass.
Ricky Bass lived near our house.
 


Ne' wai ne wêtö ti'kwa teyaknyatkánye'skwa'.
Sometimes we used to play together.
 


Ne' n-únë te'akashææ'ö të'ë kúwá u'tyakniiwakéha'.
I don't remember what caused us to argue.
 


Ukwényô íwí ne hu'ni waë' ne' te'aö ëyaknyatkányé' kës.
I think it may have been that his father told him he couldn't play with me.
 


Nö'yönishe't ta'teyaknyatkánye'skwa'.
Then we didn't play for a long time.
 


Ta unë nö'ôwë uka'stææ'ke akwatkánye'skwa' shô, ne' únë waa'se' teka'sehta' teka'niskææyë' ne'hu huikê uka'stææ'ke.
One day some of us children were playing in a mud-puddle, and then he rode his bicycle through the puddle.
 


Akwaksa'shö'ö kakwékö nae wa'akwatya'tatkit.
All of us children got dirty.
 


Akhistö wai ne teka'niskææyë' waeya'tyénët ne Ricky.
I pushed his bicycle over and Ricky fell down.
 


Waastaë'  waahtêti' shô.
He started crying and went home.
 


Hatínyö'ö.
They were White people.
 



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