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There was once a little Kid whose growing horns made him think he was a grown-up Billy Goat and able to take care of himself.
Bhí Kid beag ann uair amháin agus chuir a adharca ag fás air smaoineamh gur Billy Goat fásta é agus go raibh sé in ann aire a thabhairt dó féin.
So one evening when the flock started home from the pasture and his mother called, the Kid paid no heed and kept right on nibbling the tender grass.
Mar sin tráthnóna amháin nuair a thosaigh an tréad abhaile ón bhféarach agus a mháthair ag glaoch, níor thug an Kid aon aird agus choinnigh sé ceart ar an bhféar tairisceana a chnagadh.
A little later when he lifted his head, the flock was gone.
Beagán níos déanaí nuair a thóg sé a cheann, bhí an tréad imithe.
He was all alone.
Bhí sé go léir ina aonar.
The sun was sinking.
Bhí an ghrian ag dul faoi.
Long shadows came creeping over the ground.
Tháinig scáthanna fada ag creeping thar an talamh.
A chilly little wind came creeping with them making scary noises in the grass.
Tháinig gaoth bheag fuar ag creeping leo ag déanamh torann scanrúil san fhéar.
The Kid shivered as he thought of the terrible Wolf.
D’imigh an Kid agus é ag smaoineamh ar an Mac Tíre uafásach.
Then he started wildly over the field, bleating for his mother.
Ansin thosaigh sé go fiáin thar an bpáirc, ag bleánadh dá mháthair.
But not half-way, near a clump of trees, there was the Wolf! The Kid knew there was little hope for him.
Ach ní leath bealaigh, in aice le cnap crainn, bhí an Mac Tíre ann! Bhí a fhios ag an bPáiste nach raibh mórán dóchais ann dó.
“Please, Mr.
“Le do thoil, an tUas.
Wolf.”
Mac Tíre. “
he said trembling, “I know you are going to eat me.
a dúirt sé ag crith, “Tá a fhios agam go bhfuil tú chun mé a ithe.
But first please pipe me a tune, for I want to dance and be merry as long as I can.”
Ach ar dtús cuir fonn orm le do thoil, mar ba mhaith liom damhsa agus a bheith lúcháireach chomh fada agus is féidir liom. “
The Wolf liked the idea of a little music before eating, so he struck up a merry tune and the Kid leaped and frisked gaily.
Thaitin an Wolf le smaoineamh ar bheagán ceoil sula n-itheann sé, agus mar sin bhuail sé fonn lúcháireach agus léim an Kid agus frisked gaily.
Meanwhile, the flock was moving slowly homeward.
Idir an dá linn, bhí an tréad ag bogadh go mall abhaile.
In the still evening air the Wolf’s piping carried far.
San aer fós tráthnóna chuaigh píobaireacht an Mac Tíre i bhfad.
The Shepherd Dogs pricked up their ears.
Phioc Madraí an Aoire a gcluasa.
They recognized the song the Wolf sings before a feast, and in a moment they were racing back to the pasture.
D’aithin siad an t-amhrán a chanann an Mac Tíre roimh fhéile, agus i nóiméad bhí siad ag rásaíocht ar ais go dtí an féarach.
The Wolf’s song ended suddenly, and as he ran, with the Dogs at his heels, he called himself a fool for turning piper to please a Kid, when he should have stuck to his butcher’s trade.
Tháinig deireadh le hamhrán Wolf go tobann, agus de réir mar a rith sé, leis na Madraí ag a sála, ghlaoigh sé air féin gur amadán é as píobaire a chasadh chun Kid a shásamh, nuair ba chóir dó a bheith greamaithe le ceird a bhúistéara.
Do not let anything turn you from your purpose.
Ná lig d’aon rud tú a chasadh ó do chuspóir.