Thar na cnoc glasa an fhómhair in Éirinn, bhí feirm bheag ann faoi úinéireacht buachaill óg darb ainm Cian.

Over the green autumn hills in Ireland, there was a small farm owned by a young boy named Cian.

Bhí an feirm clúdaithe in duilleoga órga agus dearga, ach bhí scamaill liath ag druidim go bagrach sa spéir.

The farm was covered in golden and red leaves, but gray clouds were threateningly gathering in the sky.

Bhí Cian ag ullmhú don fómhar le fada. Bhí súil aige go mbeadh gach rud réidh i gcomhair na féile Oíche Shamhna.

Cian had been preparing for the harvest for a long time, hoping that everything would be ready for the Oíche Shamhna festival.

Ba ghnáthamh traidisiúnta é an fómhar seo, thar éis a athar agus a sheanathar roimhe.

This harvest was a traditional routine, following his father and grandfather before him.

Ach bhí imní ar Cian.

But Cian was worried.

Bhí scéalta cloiste aige faoi stoirm mhór ag teacht aniar aduaidh.

He had heard stories of a big storm coming from the north.

Bhí géarghá leis na barraí a bhaineann sula mbíonn sé ró-dhéanach.

It was crucial to harvest the crops before it was too late.

Rinne Cian stalcaireacht ar an spéir, súil aige go mbeidh sé in ann an t-iomlán a dhéanamh in am.

Cian kept watch on the sky, hoping he would be able to finish everything in time.

Tháinig Declan agus Aisling, a chairde dílse, chun cabhrú leis.

Declan and Aisling, his trusted friends, came to help him.

Bhí Declan cliste agus láidir, agus bhí Aisling réidh lena greimseáin agus páidséirí.

Declan was clever and strong, and Aisling was ready with her snacks and pastries.

"Ní féidir linn fanacht go dtí go n-imíonn an stoirm," arsa Aisling go dáiríre.

"We can't wait for the storm to pass," said Aisling seriously.

Bhí a n-aghaidh curtha ar an bhfómhar, ach bhí an t-uaigneas ag dul in olcas agus an ghaoth ag éirí.

Their focus was on the harvest, but the solitude was worsening and the wind was rising.

"Caithfimid an riachtanachtaí a dhéanamh," a dúirt Cian, súil aige go mbeadh bealach aige.

"We have to do what’s necessary," said Cian, hoping he would find a way.

"Má thagann an stoirm, b'fhéidir go mbeidh orainn modh nua a aimsiú."

"If the storm comes, we may have to find a new method."

Thug sé léim ina chroí nuair a smaoinigh sé ar a sheanathair.

His heart leaped when he thought of his grandfather.

Bheadh sé bródúil as.

He would be proud of him.

De réir mar a mhéadaigh an stoirm, cheap Cian ar phlean dhifriúil.

As the storm intensified, Cian thought of a different plan.

Thosaigh sé ag caint le na comharsana eile.

He started talking with the other neighbors.

Rinne siad ceardlann dearcfhiosrach le chéile.

They held a brainstorming workshop together.

Mhol Declan meaisín nua a úsáid, ceann ar cíos ón mbaile mór.

Declan suggested using a new machine, one rented from the big town.

Chabhraigh Aisling le straitéis nua a chur i bhfeidhm.

Aisling helped to implement a new strategy.

Ina ainneoin an aimsir fhuar, thug gach duine lámh chúnta.

Despite the cold weather, everyone lent a helping hand.

D’oibrigh Declan go dian leis an meaisín nua.

Declan worked hard with the new machine.

Bhailigh gach duine barraí leis an mbród, in ainneoin na gaoithe fuar.

Everyone gathered the crops with pride, despite the cold wind.

Níor chóir an fómhar a phléascadh i dtreo na gaoithe, ach lean siad ar aghaidh le misneach agus fuinneamh.

The harvest should not be blown towards the wind, but they continued with courage and energy.

An lá dár gcionn, bhí an ghrian ag scoilteadh na gcloch.

The next day, the sun was splitting the stones.

Bhí an stoirm críochnaithe, ach bhí toradh a gcuid oibre ann.

The storm was over, but the fruits of their labor were there.

Bhí an fheirm sábháilte, agus lena dhílseacht, d'éirigh le Cian a bhrionglóid a chur i gcrích.

The farm was safe, and with their dedication, Cian succeeded in fulfilling his dream.

Thug sé beannacht ar shábháilteacht na bhfómhar.

He gave thanks for the safety of the harvest.

Ag teacht leis an Oíche Shamhna, chruinnigh an ceantar uilig ag an bhfeirm.

As Oíche Shamhna approached, the entire community gathered at the farm.

Fuaimeanna áthais agus gáire ag croitheadh an aeir.

Sounds of joy and laughter echoed through the air.

Bhí Cian buíoch as an tacaíocht a fuair sé.

Cian was grateful for the support he received.

D’fhoghlaim sé go bhfuil lámh le cabhair ag baint amach na rudaí is fearr sa saol.

He learned that lending a hand can achieve the best things in life.

Le hÁisling agus Declan ag a thaobh, bhí Cian ag iarraidh rannpháirtíocht a chomharsan a leanúint don todhchaí.

With Aisling and Declan by his side, Cian wanted to continue involving his neighbors in the future.

Bhí sé diongbháilte.

He was determined.

Thuig sé anois gur féidir le cineáltas agus smaoineamh nuálach teacht ar réitigh nach bhfuil le fáil i leabhair oidhreachta amháin.

He now understood that kindness and innovative thinking can find solutions not always found in heritage books alone.

Bhí áthas an domhain air.

He was filled with immense joy.

Agus ar deireadh, chonaic sé an t-us le hoidhreacht a sheanathar a chaomhnú.

And at last, he saw the means to preserve his grandfather's legacy.