Bhí an scoil chónaithe clúiteach sin suite ar thaobh cnoc.

The renowned boarding school was situated on the side of a hill.

Ba é an t-am an Fómhar.

It was Autumn.

Bhí na duilleoga ag titim ar fud na háite.

The leaves were falling all around.

Bhí an chraobh ag athrú datha.

The branches were changing color.

Bhí Siobhán, Declan, agus Eoin ar scoil ansin.

Siobhán, Declan, and Eoin were attending school there.

Bhí Siobhán an chliste agus greannmhar.

Siobhán was very smart and funny.

Bhí griangraf uirthi ag baint taitnimh as ag tarraingt cleasanna.

There was a photo of her enjoying pulling pranks.

Lá amháin, bhí Siobhán ag smaoineamh ar an bprank is fearr.

One day, Siobhán was thinking about the best prank.

Bhí sé ar intinn aici cleas a imirt ar Eoin, a cara dílis.

She intended to play a trick on Eoin, her loyal friend.

Bhí sé ar aghaidh na scoile.

It was the talk of the school.

Bhí na mic léinn agus na múinteoirí ag súil leis.

The students and teachers were looking forward to it.

Bhí plean gleoite aici.

She had a clever plan.

Ba í an plean nach n-aithneodh Eoin itheann a mhála scoile le mustaird.

Her plan was that Eoin wouldn't recognize his school bag after it had been filled with mustard.

Ach, faraor, rinne sí botún.

But, unfortunately, she made a mistake.

Nuair a bhí sí ag cur an mustaird ar mhála Eoin, chuir sí i gcuimhne cleasán scothaiciméid uirthi.

When she was putting the mustard on Eoin's bag, she recalled a legendary prankster.

Thóg sí an mála mícheart.

She took the wrong bag.

Bhí an mála sin le Príomhoide Uasal O'Flaherty!

It was the bag of Principal Mr. O'Flaherty!

Bhí eagla ar Siobhán.

Siobhán was scared.

Cad a dhéanfaidh sí?

What would she do?

Ar maidin, bhí Príomhoide O'Flaherty ina sheasamh i lár an chlós.

In the morning, Principal O'Flaherty was standing in the middle of the yard.

Bhí an mála lán de mustaird aige.

He had the bag full of mustard.

Thosnaigh na daltaí ag gáire.

The students started laughing.

Bhí a fhios ag Siobhán go gcaithfeadh sí gníomh.

Siobhán knew she had to act.

Bhí sí idir dhá aigne.

She was in two minds.

An ndúirt sí an fhírinne nó an mheastar an milleán ar dhaoine eile?

Should she tell the truth or put the blame on others?

Bhí croí trom ag Siobhán.

Siobhán had a heavy heart.

Bhí sí ag smaoineamh faoi na hiarmhairtí.

She was thinking about the consequences.

Ach bhí a fhios aici nach raibh aon rud ceart murar mhíníodh sí an scéal.

But she knew nothing was right unless she explained the situation.

Chuaigh sí go hoifig an Phríomhoide.

She went to the Principal's office.

D’oscail sí an doras go cúramach.

She opened the door carefully.

Bhí Príomhoide O'Flaherty ag gáire fós go croíúil.

Principal O'Flaherty was still laughing heartily.

"Siobhán, tháinig mé ar rud cosúil leis nuair a bhí mé mo dhuine óg," a dúirt sé le meangadh mór air.

"Siobhán, I came across something like this when I was young," he said with a big smile.

"Bhí mé féin cosúil leatsa.

"I was like you myself."

"Bhí ionadh ar Siobhán.

Siobhán was surprised.

Ní raibh sí súil leis sin.

She hadn't expected that.

Mhínigh sí go raibh sí brónach faoi na fíricí.

She explained that she was sorry about the facts.

Bhí ionraiceacht aici.

She was honest.

D'admhaigh sí a botún.

She admitted her mistake.

D'fhreagair an Príomhoide í le moladh as an misneach.

The Principal responded with praise for her courage.

"Ní bheidh aon phíonós agatsa, ach a bheith cúramach," a dúirt sé go fáilteach.

"There will be no punishment for you, just be careful," he said warmly.

Bhí áthas agus faoiseamh ar Siobhán.

Siobhán was happy and relieved.

D’fhoghlaim sí ceacht maith.

She learned a good lesson.

Thug an eachtra sin muinín di as a teach dúshlán a chur roimpi.

That incident gave her confidence to face challenges.

Bhí an scoil lán de chuid ama greannmhar.

The school was full of fun times.

Tugadh amach ar thuras timpeall an clós.

They went on a tour around the yard.

Bhí fearthainn ag titim anuas mar cheiliúradh ag an deireadh.

Rain was falling down as a celebration at the end.

Bhí sé ina scéal a rith ina measc na ndaltaí agus bhí Seosamhán bocht sásta gur mhair an taobh greannmhar ann fós.

It was a story that spread among the students, and poor Siobhán was glad the humorous side of her remained.