Hozor Soxt θoṭ 

Tu ne tu, te pulpul, yi timikr θoṭ tu.
Once upon a time, there was a little lizard in the mountain.

Zoqi kert woz x̌ati, “Ẓ̌ʉ zoqi ki ẓ̌ʉnen boz rang tapišt wocen.”
It dreamed and whispered, “I wish I had wings like an eagle!”

Wozi zoqi kert x̌e x̌ati, “Žʉ zoqi ki woz ʒʉɣ̌e rang puxta wocem.”
It dreamed again and said, “I wish I were strong like a yak!”

Ya θoṭ yandi farɣ̌irdey.
The lizard then transformed. 

Niv yow snak bas be ney wezde.
Now it was unable to climb. 

Yitne bas be ney wezde.
It was also unable to eat. 

X̌at mʉšne bas be ney wezde.
It was also unable to hide itself. 

X̌ati, “Ya zu misʉng qolib eṣ̌ tre ẓ̌ʉ yod dix̌t.”
It said, "I miss my earlier body." 

Ya θoṭ de x̌ʉ misʉng qoliber peštey. 
So it transformed back to its earlier body.

Yo da ɣ̌arven ɣ̌ar rang vite.
It blended with the rocks. 

Yow xʉšɣ̌ meṣ̌n cәrok cәrok rondoiyde.
It began to jump around happily.