Sgeul #6: "An Gille agus An Fheòrag"

Halò a-rithist, a chàirdean còire 👋

Sooo…’s e an Lùnastal a th’ ann a-nis! Tha sin a’ ciallachadh gu bheil buannaiche eile againn san fharpais mhìosail SGRÌOBHI a th’ againn aig An Lòchran.

Ann am farpais an Iuchair, fhuair sinn dà sgeulachd, agus bha e gu math faisg eadar Stefanie agus Natalie, dithis a tha a’ fuireach taobh a-muigh na h-Alba 😃👍 Air a’ cheann thall, ’s e Natalie a bhuannaich an fharpais a bha stèidhichte air a’ chuspair a leanas:

Lorgaidh caractar taigh dìomhair, trèigte sa choille…

’S ann à Malta a tha Natalie, dùthaich far nach bi tòrr dhaoine a’ bruidhinn na Gàidhlig! Ach sin an t-adhbhar gu bheil e uabhasach cudromach ceanglaichean a thogail eadar Alba agus na dùthchannan thall-thairis 🙂 Agus tha sinn a’ faireachdainn gu bheil sinn a’ dèanamh sin tro #sgrìobhi agus tro na h-iomairtean eile a th’ againn aig An Lòchran.

San t-seagh seo, is math a rinn thu, Natalie! 👏 Nise, seo “An Gille agus An Fheòrag” 🐿️

[Gàidhlig]

O chionn fhada an t-saoghail, bha gille ruadh a’ coiseachd tron choille. ’S e latha brèagha a bh’ ann. Bha na h-eòin a’ seinn, a’ ghrian a’ deàrrsadh agus bha fàileadh milis mu thimcheall.

Bha ar gille a’ sireadh flùr sònraichte, flùr airson cungaidh a dhèanamh. Bha an casad air a mhàthair, agus thuirt i gun robh am flùr gorm uabhasach math mar leigheas. Nuair a bha e ri taobh an uillt chunnaic e feòrag. Lean an gille e ach ruith an fheòrag air falbh. Ruith an gille cuideachd, ach thuit e thairis air clach. Bha e a’ roiligeadh a-nuas leothad. Dh’èirich e agus chunnaic e taigh beag faisg air làimh.

Chan fhaca e an taigh seo riamh. Choisich e gu a thaobh agus chunnaic e gur e tobhta a bh’ ann. Gu h-obann, nochd bodach.

‘Dè tha thu a’ dèanamh an seo?’, ars am bodach. Cha robh an fhearg air, ach bha an gille cùramach co-dhiù.

‘Chaill mi an rathad. Bha mi a’ sireadh flùraichean gorma.’

‘Och, aye. Uill, chan eil flùraichean an-seo, duilich. Feumaidh tu falbh.’ Agus choisich am bodach chun an taighe.

‘Dè nì mi a-nis?’, smaoinich an gille. Bha e a’ fàs iomagaineach, nuair a chunnaic e rudeigin à oir na sùla air cùlaibh an taighe. B’ e an fheòrag a bh’ ann a-rithist.

‘Seall far a bheil thu!’ thuirt an gille, agus bha e toilichte fhaicinn gun robh an fheòrag faisg air preas fhlùraichean gorma.

‘Carson nach do dh’innis am bodach rium? Uill, feumaidh mi a bhith sàmhach agus sgiobalta.’ Thog e na flùraichean agus choisich e air falbh gu faiceallach. Chunnaic e an rathad agus dh’aithnich e e. An dèidh còig mionaidean, bha e san taigh aige.

Cha robh fhios aig an gille dè a bh’ ann an taigh sa choille, ach bha e taingeil gun do lorg e na flùraichean…le taic bhon fheòrag ruadh.

[Beurla]

A long, long time ago, a red-haired boy was walking through the woods. It was a beautiful day. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, and there was a sweet smell all around.

Our young lad was looking for a special flower, one to make medicine from. His mother had a cough, and she said that the blue flower was really good as a remedy. When he was by the brook, he saw a squirrel. The boy followed it, but the squirrel ran away. The boy ran too, but he tripped over a stone, rolling down a slope. He got to his feet, and he saw a wee house close by.

He had never seen this house before. He walked up to the side of it, and saw that it was a ruin. Suddenly, an old man appeared.

‘What are you doing here?’, the old man said. He wasn’t angry, but the boy was cautious nevertheless.

‘I’ve lost my way. I was looking for blue flowers.’

‘Och, aye. Well, there are no flowers here, sorry. You’ll have to leave.’ And the old man walked towards the house.

‘What do I do now?’, the boy thought. He was growing worried, when he saw something from the corner of his eye behind the house. It was the squirrel again.

‘There you are!’ the boy said, and he was happy to see that the squirrel was close to a bush of blue flowers.

‘Why didn’t the old man tell me? Well, I’ll need to be quiet and quick.’ He took the flowers and walked away carefully. He saw the road, recognising it. Five minutes later, he was in his own house.

The boy didn’t know what was in the house in the woods, but he was grateful that he found the flowers…with help from the red squirrel.