I posted tha last Aesop fable over a week ago, so now it's due time for another.

I restamo ar yondoryar

Atar, nála lúmesse fírieva, merne carie tahtie i yondoryar antuvar alie nóreryar ve esse sa ánie. Yálessset caimanna ar quentes, ”Yondonyar, harma ná nurtaina mi min miruile-tarwanyaron.” I yondor, epe fírierya, cóler i sampar ar i restapeleccor ar tírimave ama-sapaner il-asta nóreryaro. Ú-hirner harma, ananta i miruiler hantaneltar yaustanen ú-ilaurea ar am-alya.

Carda súleo lúmesse hanta camienen ú-apacenna.

Miruile, ”vine, wine-plant”
EQ Pelek ”axe”
EQ sampa ”spade”
*tahta- "make sure"


The Farmer and His Sons


A FATHER, being on the point of death, wished to be sure that his
sons would give the same attention to his farm as he himself had
given it. He called them to his bedside and said, "My sons,
there is a great treasure hid in one of my vineyards." The sons,
after his death, took their spades and mattocks and carefully dug
over every portion of their land. They found no treasure, but
the vines repaid their labor by an extraordinary and
superabundant crop.

Industry sometimes pays unexpected dividends