While a priest was walking on the brick road, his face was chilled by a cold wind that blew in order to tell him, a stranger, “wow, your robes are very long!”                                                                                                                             
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           
The priest answered: “Fancy that - the wind doesn't need robes!”                                                                                                                                                                                                                           
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           
The wind replied “That’s true, but do me a favour and tell me - what is the secret you are hiding?”                                                                                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           
“You win! Here is the secret I am hiding: while I was walking along a brick road, the wind blew into my face.”                                                                                                                                                                             
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           
The wind calmed down in order to listen.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           
And what I got from the text in Volapuk:                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           
A priest was walking on the red brick road when a cold wind began blowing into his face, in order to tell the stranger this: “Truly, your [hair]?? is very long!”                                                                                                                          
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           
The priest answered: “Fancy that! Wind does not need [hair]??!”                                                                                                                                                                                                                            
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           
“[Better, isn't it, that you will begin in order to eat o brother]??, and in the meantime please tell me something. Because I want to know the secret which you conceal.”                                                                                                                  
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           
“Ok! Here is the secret I kept: while I was walking on the red brick road, a cold wind blew into my face.”                                                                                                                                                                                 
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           
The wind stopped in order to listen.