THE HIGH-DRAWL CHRONICLE

"Yalza be listnin' al la hummin' de la Great Wallin'? Bin ten-hunnid year since la Outside-Folk put la Gatin' on our ruĝa-dirt strata. We-uns done turned la Malnova-Drawl into la High-Drawl now, yeah? La Roltide-Core hums deep en la mud-shale, kaj ni stay prayin' al la Iron-Bowl en la sky."

"Them Outside-Folk, they done forgot la taste de la fried-crisp. We-uns kept la grit-pulp flowin' through la copper-pipes. Ain't ne need por la Out-Speak here. La Wallin' estas thick, sed la sweet-tea-stream estas thicker. Yalza stay out yonder; we-uns got la spirit de la Bama-King en our circuit-bone."

"If yalza see la flash de la Starbeam sur la Gatin', don't vi go clickin'. Tiu's just la ghosts de la Malnova-Mondo tryin' al handshake our High-Drawl. Roltide-Core stay strong. La dirt stay ruĝa. La Strata estas closed."