Returning home for Sorting on a dark winter night is terrible... fun. I approached the entrance and noticed two hops (G) moving in my direction. There is roughly the following dialogue:
A: The girl! The girl! What is your name? The girl! Let us meet! The girl!
I am not a girl! – I am not a girl!
(G) (after a second of silence, abdello): – Not a girl? Where is your X?
I am (badly): - Proe*ala!! to
I haven’t seen them in my yard anymore.