Ar maidin grianmhar i rith an tsamhraidh, chaith Cillian, Siobhan, agus Niamh a gcéad chúpla nóiméad ag an Causeway na bhFathach.

On a sunny summer morning, Cillian, Siobhan, and Niamh spent their first few moments at the Causeway na bhFathach.

Bhí an háit lán de scéalta na bhfathach agus na colún basalt cosúil le snakes ag lúbadh in uisce an Atlantaigh.

The place was full of stories of giants and basalt columns resembling snakes bending in the Atlantic waters.

Bhí Cillian an-dána, ag iarraidh íomhánna greine a dheisiú le gliú atá ró-láidir.

Cillian was very daring, trying to fix sun images with glue that was too strong.

Go tobann, tharla timpiste air.

Suddenly, an accident happened to him.

Ghluaiseacht a lámh go samplach, agus chuaigh sé timpeall ar charraig mhór, a lámh fágtha i ngreamán.

His hand moved unexpectedly, and he went around a big rock, leaving his hand stuck in glue.

"Ó, a dhiabhails", a dúirt sé, ag iarraidh an lámh a tharrtháil.

"Oh, damn it," he said, trying to rescue his hand.

Bhí Siobhan agus Niamh ann leis.

Siobhan and Niamh were there with him.

"Buachaill bocht," a dúirt Siobhan, ag coinneáil siar gáire.

"Poor boy," said Siobhan, holding back laughter.

Ní ró-greannmhar an rud é, ach bhí rud éigin fánach leis.

It wasn't that funny, but there was something amusing about it.

"Cad a dhéanfaidh muid?

"What will we do?"

" a chur Niamh orainn.

asked Niamh.

"Is féidir liom grianghraf a thógáil mar chuimhne.

"I can take a photo as a memory."

" Nío raibh aon deighilt ann mar gháire Ceillian beagán.

There was no hesitation as Cillian chuckled a little.

"Bhuel, d'fhéadfadh sé a bheith ina ábhar scéil iontach," chomhaontaigh sé faoi dheireadh.

"Well, it could make for a great story," he finally agreed.

"Fan anseo.

"Stay here.

Rachaidh mé agus éireoidh liom cabhair a fháil," a dúirt Siobhan.

I'll go and manage to get help," said Siobhan.

Agus d’imigh sí, is é an farraige ag briseadh taobh thiar di.

And she left, with the sea breaking behind her.

I measc an iomarca amaíochta, thosaigh Cillian ag fás seantánach.

Among all the waiting, Cillian started to grow restless.

Ach ansin tháinig Siobhan ar ais le maoirchíompar i sciatháin.

But then Siobhan came back with patrolmen in tow.

D'inis sí scéal aoibhinn faoin bhfathach Finn McCool, agus d'éist Cillian go haireach, a intinn ag seachaint a chonstaic fhisiceach féin.

She told a delightful story about the giant Finn McCool, and Cillian listened attentively, his mind distracted from his own physical obstacle.

Phour siad caife te ar an ngliú.

They poured hot coffee on the glue.

Is é sin a tharraing a lámh saor óna charraig.

That's what freed his hand from the rock.

"Fuar tú saor, a Cillian!

"You're free, Cillian!

Anois beidh tú níos cúramach," dúirt Siobhan, ag tabhairt miongháire.

Now you'll be more careful," said Siobhan, giving a slight smile.

Bhí sé ag cur búirthe giogailt air féin, ach go raibh an bhuíochas do Siobhan.

He was chuckling to himself, but the thanks were due to Siobhan.

Ag an deireadh, seasigh siad leis na carraigeacha ar chúlra, agus chuir Ceillian a tripóid innealta ar bun.

In the end, they stood with the rocks in the background, and Cillian set up his inventive tripod.

Thóg Niamh an pictiúr deas grúpa dóibh.

Niamh took a nice group picture for them.

Bhí muinín sa chomharchumann agus i gcara éifeachtach.

There was confidence in cooperation and a helpful friend.

D'fhoghlaim Cillian tábhachtach: níos cúramach nuair atá tú ag déanamh áil innill - agus tá cairde agus comhoibriú ródháiríre i gcónaí.

Cillian learned an important lesson: be more careful when you're making mechanical alterations – and friends and cooperation are always invaluable.

Bhí áthas air fós gur tháinig an lae sin le sona slán.

He was still happy that the day ended well.