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moonwise*utterly thrilled* I don't know who had a hand in this, but I can put my journal into Irish! Cool. And the fun part is that I can read about half of it!
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caoin alerted me a while ago but I'm a little dense sometimes...
Okay, I'm going to post my scéal (story) about Bitsy the kitty even though none of you can read it. :) Because I'm in an Irish mood.
Dé Domhnáigh, ghlaoch m'aintín Máire gutháin a chur orainn. Bhí aon scéal brónach aici. Bhí a cat, Bitsy, in easnamh. Ní raibh sí sa clóisead, san áilear, ó faoin leaba. Bhí Aintín Máire ag feáchaint i ngach an áit. Shíl sí go raibh Bitsy amach áit éigin, agus cá raibh sí? Ní raibh sí a fhíos uirthí. Bhí brón uirthí. Is Bitsy go han-maith liom, agus tá brón orm freisin. Téann Bitsy amuigh gach lá. Tá sí cat beag, agus riaibhe duibhe aici. Tá sí gramhar, agus is maith léi nuair déantar bán bán léi.
An lá dar gcionn, ghlaoch Aintín Máire gutháin a chur ar mo thuismitheoirí arís. Fhaigh sí Bitsy sa bhaile. Téigh Bitsy i bhfolach uirthí sa clóisead éile! Bhí áthas uirthí, agus bhí áthas orm freisin!
Sunday, my Aunt Mary telephoned us. She had a sad story. Her cat, Bitsy, was missing. She wasn't in the closet, in the attic, or under the bed. Aunt Mary looked everywhere. She thought that Bitsy had gone out somewhere, but where was she? Aunt Mary didn’t know. She was sad. I like Bitsy very much, and I was sad too. Bitsy goes outside every day. She is a small cat, and she has black stripes. She is loving, and she likes it when you pet her.
The next day, Aunt Mary telephoned my parents. She found Bitsy in the house. Bitsy was hiding in another closet! She was very happy, and I was happy too.
caoin alerted me a while ago but I'm a little dense sometimes... Okay, I'm going to post my scéal (story) about Bitsy the kitty even though none of you can read it. :) Because I'm in an Irish mood.
Dé Domhnáigh, ghlaoch m'aintín Máire gutháin a chur orainn. Bhí aon scéal brónach aici. Bhí a cat, Bitsy, in easnamh. Ní raibh sí sa clóisead, san áilear, ó faoin leaba. Bhí Aintín Máire ag feáchaint i ngach an áit. Shíl sí go raibh Bitsy amach áit éigin, agus cá raibh sí? Ní raibh sí a fhíos uirthí. Bhí brón uirthí. Is Bitsy go han-maith liom, agus tá brón orm freisin. Téann Bitsy amuigh gach lá. Tá sí cat beag, agus riaibhe duibhe aici. Tá sí gramhar, agus is maith léi nuair déantar bán bán léi.
An lá dar gcionn, ghlaoch Aintín Máire gutháin a chur ar mo thuismitheoirí arís. Fhaigh sí Bitsy sa bhaile. Téigh Bitsy i bhfolach uirthí sa clóisead éile! Bhí áthas uirthí, agus bhí áthas orm freisin!
Sunday, my Aunt Mary telephoned us. She had a sad story. Her cat, Bitsy, was missing. She wasn't in the closet, in the attic, or under the bed. Aunt Mary looked everywhere. She thought that Bitsy had gone out somewhere, but where was she? Aunt Mary didn’t know. She was sad. I like Bitsy very much, and I was sad too. Bitsy goes outside every day. She is a small cat, and she has black stripes. She is loving, and she likes it when you pet her.
The next day, Aunt Mary telephoned my parents. She found Bitsy in the house. Bitsy was hiding in another closet! She was very happy, and I was happy too.
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