Na haillte maorga ag bruach an Atlantaigh, ait a stórálann mistéir agus scéalta ársa. Bhí Seán agus Aoife ag siúl in aice leo.

On the majestic cliffs by the Atlantic, a place that holds mysteries and ancient stories, Seán and Aoife were walking nearby.

Bhí an ghaoth go bog fós.

The wind was still soft.

Bhí an ghrian ag soilsiú go geal.

The sun was shining brightly.

Bhí Seán ina sheasamh ar imeall na haillte.

Seán was standing at the edge of the cliffs.

Bhí trádáil le Aoife i rith na seachtaine.

He had been chatting with Aoife during the week.

"Aoife, tá rud éigin speisialta ullamh agam duit," arsa Seán.

"Aoife, I have something special prepared for you," said Seán.

D’oscail sé a mhála agus thóg sé rílíne amach.

He opened his bag and took out a tin whistle.

"Táim ag foghlaim an fheadóg stáin," a dúirt sé go bródúil.

"I am learning to play the tin whistle," he said proudly.

Bhí Aoife ag faire, ag gáire beagán.

Aoife was watching, laughing a little.

"Ceart go leor, Seán, cas píosa dom!" Bhí a súile lán le fiosracht agus céimín amhrasach.

"Alright, Seán, play a piece for me!" Her eyes were full of curiosity and a hint of skepticism.

Thosaigh Seán ag séideadh an fheadóg.

Seán started blowing the whistle.

Bhí an ceol mearbhall, méarbhallach ar dtús, ach ansin d'éirigh sé fíochmhar.

The music was confused, bewildering at first, but then it became more vigorous.

Ní raibh Seán cinnte cad a bhí sé ag déanamh, ach bhí sé ag súil go n-oibreodh sé.

Seán wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he hoped it would work.

Go tobann, chuala siad fuaim saoithiúil.

Suddenly, they heard a strange sound.

"Seán, cad é sin?" arsa Aoife, lena súile móra.

"Seán, what is that?" asked Aoife, her eyes wide.

Ón bhfuaim ar an fheadóg, tháinig siúd.

From the sound of the whistle, they emerged.

Bhí scata mór caorach ag teacht ar aghaidh.

A large flock of sheep was approaching.

Bhí cinníní geal porraí ag cur amach ag gach taobh.

Little bright-white lambs were popping out on every side.

Lig na caoirigh béic ghlórach astu.

The sheep let out loud bleats.

"Tá na caoirigh á mealladh againn!" ghlaoigh Aoife agus thosaigh sí ag gáire os ard.

"The sheep are being drawn to us!" shouted Aoife and she started laughing out loud.

Bhí Seán níos ionadh ná Aoife.

Seán was more surprised than Aoife.

"Ní raibh mé ag súil leis seo," arsa sé go práinneach.

"I wasn’t expecting this," he said urgently.

D’fhéach sé timpeall, gan a fhios aige cad a dhéanfadh sé.

He looked around, not knowing what to do.

Na caoirigh, breá sásta, thosaigh ag timpeallú orthu.

The sheep, quite content, started surrounding them.

Bhí Aoife ag gáire gan stad.

Aoife couldn’t stop laughing.

"Seán, is tú an draoi feadóige!"

"Seán, you’re the whistle wizard!"

Bhí Seán ag séideadh arís, ag iarraidh an ceol a athrú, ach na caoirigh níor éirigh leo imeacht.

Seán blew again, trying to change the tune, but the sheep didn’t leave.

Bhí siad go léir timpeall orthu, ag béiceadh, ag bogadh timpeall.

They were all around them, bleating, moving around.

"Táimid gafa," arsa Seán.

"We’re trapped," said Seán.

Ach d’éirigh sé as an smaoineamh sin.

But he gave up on that thought.

Thosaigh sé féin ag gáire freisin.

He began to laugh as well.

"Seo ár n-eachtra speisialta!"

"This is our special adventure!"

Thóg Aoife an fheadóg stáin ó Seán.

Aoife took the tin whistle from Seán.

Bhí a aghaidh ag taitneamh le gáire agus áthas.

Her face was glowing with laughter and joy.

"Lig dúinn fanacht tamall.

"Let’s stay for a while.

Is laoch na gcaorach tú."

You are the hero of the sheep."

Ag dul anonn is anall, chaith Seán agus Aoife cuid de mhí seo an tsamhraidh le chéile ar na hailleacha, i measc na gcaorach.

Going back and forth, Seán and Aoife spent part of that summer together on the cliffs, among the sheep.

Ní raibh siad in ann na caoirigh a fhágáil, ach i ndáiríre, ní raibh orthu.

They couldn’t leave the sheep, but really, they didn’t have to.

Bhí cairde nua déanta acu, agus bhí an gáire á iomlánú acu.

They had made new friends, and laughter filled the air.

Bhí an aimsir ag dul i ndéine agus thug siad aghaidh ar baile, ach d'inis siad an scéal faoin laoch caorach go minic ar ais sa bhaile.

As the weather grew more intense, they headed home, but they often told the story of the sheep hero when back at home.

Agus bítear ag iarraidh ceol a ghabháil ná caithfear ariamh arís mar d'iompar de Seán ar an bhfheadóg stáin i lár na haillte.

And whenever they tried to capture that music again, it would never be the same as what Seán played on the tin whistle in the middle of the cliffs.

Ar deireadh, bhí Seán sásta lena scéal.

In the end, Seán was happy with his story.

Bhí Aoife gafa lena spiorad.

Aoife was captivated by his spirit.

Bhí cairde nua aici, idir fir agus caoirigh.

She had new friends, both humans and sheep.

Is laoch fiúntach é Seán.

Seán was truly a worthy hero.

Agus d'fhill siad abhaile, sásta lena eachtra.

And they returned home, content with their adventure.