Bhí maidin ghnóthach i margadh pobail Bhaile Uí Bheacháin.

It was a busy morning at margadh pobail Bhaile Uí Bheacháin.

Bhí an ghrian ag taitneamh agus d'eascair boladh cáiliúil ó aillte an Atlantaigh isteach sa mhargadh, ag meascadh le boladh na torthaí úr agus an t-arán nua-bhácáilte.

The sun was shining, and the famous scent from the Atlantic cliffs wafted into the market, mingling with the smell of fresh fruits and newly baked bread.

Tháinig scataí daoine le chéile, á lorg a gcuid earraí is fearr.

Crowds of people gathered, searching for their best goods.

Bhí Maeve ann, cíocrach.

Maeve was there, eager.

Bhí sí ag iarraidh béile iontach a chur ar fáil dá clann céile.

She wanted to provide a fantastic meal for her extended family.

Bhí fhios aici go raibh go leor iomaíochta ag an margadh, ach ní raibh sí geitithe.

She knew there was a lot of competition at the market, but she wasn't intimidated.

Bhí buiséad daingean aici, ach bhí sprioc aici freisin: na bia is úire a aimsiú.

She had a tight budget, but she also had a goal: to find the freshest food.

Chaith Sean, an díoltóir iascaigh, na cloigeann air, ag glaoch amach, "Gaileog úr, iasc úr!

Sean, the fish vendor, raised his head, calling out, "Fresh mackerel, fresh fish!"

" D'fhéach Maeve go géar air.

Maeve looked sharply at him.

Bhí shrimp mar chuid lárnach den mhias a bhí geallta aici.

Shrimp was a central part of the dish she had promised.

Bhog sí trí shlabhra de dhaoine agus shroich sí an t-ionadach i bhfaiteadh na súl.

She moved through a chain of people and reached the stall in the blink of an eye.

Bhí Aoife ann freisin, ceannaitheoir eile cliste le fios a thábhachtaí na hearraí úra iad.

Aoife was there too, another smart buyer who knew the importance of fresh goods.

Chuala Maeve Aoife ag caint le Sean, ag iarraidh an ciseán deireanach de shrimp a cheannach.

Maeve heard Aoife talking to Sean, trying to buy the last basket of shrimp.

Bhí an lucht a tháinig ar fad, agus na shrimp ag éirí lag.

The crowd had gathered, and the shrimp supply was dwindling.

"An bhféadfainn é seo a fháil ar lascaine?

"Could I get this at a discount?"

" d'fhiafraigh Maeve, ag baint úsáide as ísleacht a glórphost.

asked Maeve, using a softer tone of voice.

"Díol go maith, a Mháire," arsa Sean, ainm áiféiseach uirthi.

"Sell well, a Mháire," said Sean, mistakenly calling her by another name.

"Ní féidir liom lascaine a thabhairt air sin.

"I can't give a discount on that."

"Tháinig crith beag de imní ar Maeve, ach bhí rún aici.

A twinge of anxiety came over Maeve, but she had a plan.

"Tá arán chiste agam, b'fheidir gur lascaine fiúntach í," a dúirt sí, ag díriú ar a ceirtlín aráin.

"I have soda bread, maybe it's a worthy discount," she said, pointing to her bread basket.

Bhí a arán ar eolas mar cheann de na cinn is fearr sa baile beag.

Her bread was known as one of the best in the small town.

D'fhéach Sean go taoiseach ar an arán.

Sean looked thoughtfully at the bread.

"Go maith, déanfaimid margadh.

"Alright, let's make a deal."

"D'éirigh le Maeve na shrimp a fháil.

Maeve managed to get the shrimp.

Bhí sí sásta agus lán bród as an margadh a rinne sí.

She was pleased and full of pride with the deal she made.

Bhí an dinneár leagtha amach go foirfe anois.

The dinner was now perfectly set.

Bhí sí ag siúl ar shiúl ón margadh, iontaí le muinín nua.

She walked away from the market, filled with new confidence.

Tuig sí an luach a bhí aici féin mar dhíoltóir agus mar cócaire.

She understood her own value as both a vendor and a cook.

Bhí sí réidh anois chun iontas a chur ar a clann céile le bord lán de dhraíocht na hÉireann.

She was now ready to surprise her extended family with a table full of Irish magic.