The old man (Ra) took his grandson (Po) to pick longans in the mountains. Three children (Ka) went to play in the mountain and saw the old man cutting down the tree, so they hid and secretly ate the longans.
Ra: ayoy, ta mazasa ka rana, ta makarilaw si apo a ya makcin ito.
Great! I finally cut you (longan tree) down, or else my grandson would starve.
Ka: wa, aro a ciai, wara ya akanan tamo am.
Wow, so many longans! Yay, I can eat longans.
Ra: ji ka toda angan manga apo ko, ta abo o yoli ta.
Grandson, don't keep eating, or else we will have none to take back home.
Ra: ya ka pa ji absoy ori, na kaji mamnoan no aomas ta ang?
Are you still not full? Why does the bag not seem to fill up with longans?
Po: me¡K me ¡K¡K.
Ka: si ipanci mo pala yamen ji akay mo, ta ¡K¡K¡K. (to da pasilasilapi no tatlo aka kanakan ori)
If you dare tell your grandfather about us, we will¡K(the three children glare at him menacingly as a warning)
Ra: asio ya ji apno o aomas ta ya no ya asa tngeh a ciai?
What is going on? Why is the fruit of one tree not enough to fill just one bag?
Po: sino ya ya makateneng jia?
How should I know?
Ra: ya na karo no asi na no katangara ko sia ori am, Asio ya apereh rana ya?
When I looked at the tree, there seemed to be a lot of fruit. Why did it become so little upon picking?
Ka: ayoy ta mabsoy tamo rana ori, ha ha ha.
Great, we are finally full, hahaha.
Ra: a inio ori manga vangkas o ya nikoman so ciai a, ya nio ipataretarek ya, to rana mimin so ciai namen!
Oh, so it was you bastards, eating all of my longans. How could you do that!
Ka: key, malalayo tamo rana!
Hurry, everybody run!