Bhí gaineamh na maidine ag bailiú le chéile i gceobhrán an bhriathra ar an bportach Mistéireach, áit a raibh an timpeallacht geall le hamhrán na n-éan agus an torann bog de na froganna ag screadáil.

The morning sand was gathering together in the mist of the word on the portach Mystical, where the environment was alive with the song of the birds and the soft noise of the frogs croaking.

Sorcha agus Eamon, a bhí díreach tar éis siúl isteach i gcluiche corrstaid de searcháil, bhí siad ar thóir bróg chlé atá caillte ag Eamon.

Sorcha and Eamon, who had just walked into a bizarre game of searching, were on the hunt for the left shoe that Eamon had lost.

Bhí Sorcha díograiseach.

Sorcha was enthusiastic.

Bhí a hintinn socraithe go leathanaċ, "Caithfimid é a fháil roimh an gcruinniú tae le Niall!

Her mind was set firmly, "We must find it before the tea meeting with Niall!"

" Aché, bhí Eamon ag gáire, "Tá sé aisteach, ach ní chuireann sé isteach orm, Sorcha!

However, Eamon was laughing, "It’s strange, but it doesn’t bother me, Sorcha!

Ach admhóidh mé go bhfuil sé greannmhar!

Although I admit it is funny!"

" Thug Sorcha barróg bhog ar an bhfog searbh, a bhí ag titim go ramhar san aer.

Sorcha gave a soft hug to the sour fog, which was falling heavily in the air.

Bhí a giuirléidí glanta, agus thosnaigh sí ar mhapáil, ag déanamh léarscáil de na codanna a bhí cuardaithe acu cheana féin, ag súil go mbainfeadh siad amach cúlráithe an pórtach domhain.

Her gadgets were cleaned, and she began mapping, making a chart of the areas they had already searched, hoping they would reach the hidden parts of the deep portach.

Bhí fog agus filigí ann in éineacht, agus céim isteach a thógáil lig leis an gcraiceann faoina bróga.

There were fog and ferns together, and stepping in allowed the skin beneath her shoes to feel.

Ar chuairt, chonaic Sorcha rud éigin ag tabhairt cluas faoi chois.

On a visit, Sorcha saw something catching her ear.

D’éirigh sí as, agus faoi chramán scórnach, bhí an bhróg ann!

She bent down, and under a thorny branch, there was the shoe!

Ach bhí sé clúdaithe go hiomlán i nglais portacha.

But it was completely covered in portach locks.

"Cad a dhéanfaimid, a Eamon?

"What will we do, Eamon?

Tá sé ró-láidir chun é a ghlanadh anois!

It’s too stubborn to clean it now!"

" sheasann Sorcha, buartha go leor.

Sorcha stood, quite worried.

Ach ní chaill Eamon am, "Ná bí bíodh sé leat, a Shiúrái.

But Eamon didn’t waste time, "Don’t worry about it, Shiúrái.

Tá faisean nua ann!

There’s a new fashion!"

" A rá, thóg sé an bhróg agus chuir sé air é, ag cíoradh Sorcha go ginearálta.

Saying so, he took the shoe and put it on, grinning broadly at Sorcha.

Ag crochadh na scéal, shroich siad ag Niall, nach raibh intinn ró-chiallmhar ar dhúile Marsaigh.

Wrapping up the story, they reached Niall, who wasn’t too sensible about the Martian desires.

D'fhéach Niall air, agus aoibh faoin aoibh.

Niall looked at him and smiled broadly.

"An faisean nua, an ea?

"The new fashion, is it?"

" a dúirt Niall go geal.

said Niall brightly.

Léirigh spraoi Sorcha ar a aghaidh, agus d’aithin sí sin nach raibh foirfeacht ag teastáil.

Fun showed on Sorcha's face, and she realized that perfection wasn’t needed.

Idir an t-ollmhargadh na comhghéillte chumhachtach Eamon agus spraoi Sorchai, d'fhoghlaim sí go raibh an saol ag baint taitnimh as a bhí sé seo.

Between the mighty compromise of Eamon's supermarket and Sorcha's enjoyment, she learned that life was about enjoying it as it was.

Agus sin mar a fuair sí amach, sa deireadh, mothúcháin na cairde atá níos luachmhaire ná rud ar bith foirfe.

And that’s how she discovered, in the end, that the feelings of friends are more valuable than anything perfect.