Bhí an Ghaillimh ag teacht isteach go mall, mar a thosaigh Cormac a lá thart ar an stáisiún Garda i mBaile Átha Cliath.

Galway was slowly coming in, as Cormac began his day around the Garda station in Dublin.

Scéal a raibh suim aige a insint, cé chomh neamhghnách agus brónach a bhí sé.

It was a story he was interested in telling, one that was unusual and sad.

Bhí an siúráltán cúpla iarracht air a chlúdach féin thoradh, mar sin féin, bhí sé ag iarraidh an fhírinne a fháil amach.

The sergeant tried a couple of times to cover himself, yet he was trying to find out the truth.

"Maith thú, Cormac," a dúirt Fiona ar an bhfón roimhe sin.

"Good for you, Cormac," Fiona had said on the phone earlier.

"Ní féidir linn an turcaí ollmhór a fhágáil.

"We can't leave the huge turkey.

Is féidir leo teacht ar an oíche Dé hAoine.

They can come on Friday night."

" Eitleán a bhí ann is cosúil, ach do Cormac, bhí talamh na Féile Buíochais ina croí.

It seems there was an airplane involved, but for Cormac, Thanksgiving was at heart.

Ba é an páirtí is fearr leis de gach bliain, go háirithe ceann a thagann ó thraidisiún Mheiriceá, ach sin scéal eile.

It was his favorite party of every year, especially one that comes from American tradition, but that's another story.

Ach féach, bhí Cormac sa stáisiún Garda ag insint a dhráma.

But look, Cormac was at the Garda station telling his drama.

Bhí an turcaí imeartha as a ghairdín!

The turkey had disappeared from his garden!

Níorbh é seo a bhí súil aige le haghaidh Féile Buíochais speisialta.

This was not what he had hoped for a special Thanksgiving.

Bhí grinn in a shúile, ach croí trom sa anáil.

There was a sparkle in his eyes, but a heavy heart in his sigh.

Agus é ag caint leis an nGarda, bhí Declan, oifigeach óg, ina sheasamh air.

As he was talking to the Garda, Declan, a young officer, was standing by.

D’éist sé leis go stuama, cé gur choinnigh sé gigil faoi.

He listened attentively, though he held back a giggle.

"Rinnead áthas faoi sin," a dúirt Declan, "ach déanfaimid ár ndícheall.

"That brings joy," Declan said, "but we'll do our best.

An raibh síodáin le feiceáil, ró-fhada ó chara an ghlúine?

Were there any threads visible, too far from a knee's friend?"

"Chuaigh Cormac amach ag déanamh smaoineamh go gceapfadh sé an plean seo a bheith ina chliseadh.

Cormac went out thinking that he thought this plan would be a failure.

Ach ansin, isteach le hoifigeach eile le rud mór ina lámh.

But then, in came another officer with something big in his hand.

"Anois, nach seo é?

"Now, isn't this it?"

" a dúirt sé, agus scáthán an turcaí maorga leath-sconna a thaispeáint.

he said, showing the majestic turkey's reflection in a mirror.

D’fhéadfadh Cormac é a chreidiúint!

Cormac could hardly believe it!

Bhí sé sásta!

He was delighted!

"Buíochas, buíochas!

"Thank you, thank you!"

" a chaoin sé.

he cried.

Ar ais sa bhaile, rinne Fiona cuidiú leis an maisiú a chur ar siúl in ainneoin go raibh an turcaí beagáinín deflated.

Back home, Fiona helped him set up the decorations even though the turkey was a bit deflated.

"Níos fearr go fóill," a dúirt Fiona go cneasta.

"Even better still," Fiona said kindly.

Chuir na duilleoga titim éadan ar an teach beag.

The fallen leaves adorned the small house front.

Lean an páirtí, ní mar a bhí pleanáilte roimhe sin, ach bhí sé foirfe de réir mar a thuig Cormac go raibh na daoine thart timpeall air mar an radharc is fearr de gach gnéis.

The party continued, not as planned before, but it was perfect as Cormac realized that the people around him were the best view of all.

San oíche sin, agus iad ag canadh le chéile timpeall ar an mbleibhe, d’fhéach Cormac ar Fiona agus rinne sé go ndéanfadh croí an Fhómhair níos dlúithe ná an turcaí is mó.

That night, as they sang together around the bonfire, Cormac looked at Fiona and realized that the heart of Autumn was closer than the biggest turkey.

Sin an fhírinne a fuair sé.

That was the truth he found.

Is uirlis shona spréach-soilseach é.

It was a gleeful sparkling tool.

Bhí an t-áthas anseo, agus leis sin, d’éirigh Cormac ina laoch tar éis turcaí maith.

Joy was here, and with that, Cormac became a hero after a good turkey.