Bhí Aisling agus í in airde ar a bhicicil, ag baint taitnimh as an lá álainn ar na hAillte Mhóire.

Aisling was up on her bicycle, enjoying a beautiful day at the Cliffs of Moher.

Bhain an fharraige gheal galála síoda as a súile agus bhí na héin ag ceol sa spéir gorm.

The bright sea dazzled her eyes, and the birds were singing in the blue sky.

Bhí Aisling ar saoire, agus bhí an lá foirfe.

Aisling was on vacation, and the day was perfect.

D’éirigh Aisling, thóg sí a backpack agus shuigh síos ag obair ar cheann de na haillte.

Aisling got off, took her backpack, and sat down to work at one of the cliffs.

Bhí rudaí suimiúla aici sa backpack – leabhair, ceamara, ceapachán agus buidéal uisce.

She had interesting things in her backpack – books, a camera, a notebook, and a bottle of water.

Ach d’imigh an ghaoth, agus sceith sí ar a bheith lint.

But the wind picked up, and she accidentally let herself doze off.

Dhúisigh sí go tobann.

She woke suddenly.

Bhí an backpack in aice na haillte!

The backpack was near the edge of the cliff!

Bhí sí buartha.

She was worried.

Chuaigh sí i dtreo an backpack, ach roimh go bhféadfadh sí é a bhaint amach, chonaic sí rud aisteach.

She went towards the backpack, but before she could reach it, she saw something strange.

Bhí caoirigh ag teacht suas an cnoc!

Sheep were coming up the hill!

Bhí siad fiosrach.

They were curious.

Bhí na caoire ag brú isteach ina dtimpeall ar an backpack.

The sheep crowded around the backpack.

Tóg caitheamh anuas orthu, dhurst caora amháin agus thug sé an backpack féin. Thosaigh láithreach siúl amach leis!

One sheep even took the backpack itself and began walking away with it!

Bhí caoine na gcaoirigh fós ag tabhairt Aisling.

The bleating of the sheep was still drawing Aisling.

Bhí sí ag gáire.

She was laughing.

Tuig sí nach mbeidh sí in ann a thógáil an backpack ar ais go maith go héasca.

She realized she wouldn't be able to easily get the backpack back.

Thosaigh na caoirigh ag paráid suas agus síos an cnoc le gach rud Aisling.

The sheep started parading up and down the hill with all of Aisling's things.

Amadán spraíúil!

Silly fun!

Rith Aisling i ndiaidh na gcaoirigh, ag gáire agus ag brostú.

Aisling ran after the sheep, laughing and hurrying.

Faoi dheireadh, thit an backpack ón gcaora agus thosaigh sé ag rolladh síos an cnoc.

Eventually, the backpack fell from the sheep and started rolling down the hill.

Tabhair caora anois ag seasamh siar, ag amhrasanaigh.

The sheep now stood back, bewildered.

Gabh Aisling ar ais ar an backpack.

Aisling caught up to the backpack.

Faoi dheireadh, bhí gach rud aici.

At last, she had everything.

D’éirigh Aisling agus siúl amach, gach rud slán agus sábháilte.

Aisling stood up and walked away, everything safe and sound.

Bhí turas iontach aici.

She had an amazing trip.

Na caoirigh fós ag féachaint agus ag bleatáil taobh thiar di, cosúil le gárdaí.

The sheep were still watching and bleating behind her, like guards.

Bhí sé gníomh dá shaol nach ndéanfaidh sí dearmad ar choíche.

It was an adventure she would never forget.

Críoch!

The end!