Well... I have been bored the past days, so what I did was that I drafted a Nordic language (hehe). And since you wanted me to do a languege (heh), here's a small text as a result.
Var ein gång ein hirdeson som så yvir ein hjórde av fårom. Tri ellre fyra gångar skreik hann ut grunnløyst: "Ulv! Ulven kem!" Når vennarnar hanns kom for å hjælpa hann, skratte hann at deim (dar fanns ju ingen ulv). Ein dag, dokk, kom ulven. Hirdesonen, nå rædd, rópte ut i frykte. "Æ bir yr, kom o hjælp mi! Ulven døydar fåren!" Men ingen kom, ingen lystnade å hans kalle. Så ulven kunde utan mótstånd æta alla hjórdana.
"Ingen trór lygnaran, æven om han talar sanning."
it's of any worth I can continue working on it :PThere was once upon a time a shepherd's son who saw after a flock of sheep. Three or four times he shouted out without reason: "Wolf! The wolf's coming!" When his friends came to help him, he laughed at them (there was, after all, no wolf). One day, though, the wolf came. The shepherd's son, now afraid, cried out in fear."I beg you, come and help me! The wolf is killing the sheep!" But no one came, no one listened to his calls. So the wold could without resistance eat all of the flock.
No one believes the liar, even if he speaks the truth
