فِي يَوْمٍ مِنَ الأَيَّامِ، كَانَ هُنَالِكَ تِمْسَاحٌ جَائِعٌ.
Bhí crogall ocrach ann tráth.
Once there was a very hungry crocodile.
كَانَ يَبْحَثُ عَنِ الطَّعَامِ بِبُطْءٍ وَهُدُوءٍ.
وَفَجْأَةً…
Chuardaigh sé bia go mall agus go ciúin.
He searched for food slowly and quietly. And then…
طجججج!!! قَفَزَ التِّمْسَاحُ!
PÁ-Ú! Phreab an crogall!
POW!!! The crocodile strikes!
لَمْ يَعُدْ التِّمْسَاحُ جَائِعاً بَعْدَ ذَلِكَ، بَلْ أَصْبَحَ سَعِيدًا.
Ansin, ní raibh ocras air níos mó. Bhí sé sona.
After that he is no longer hungry, and he is happy.
إِلَى أَنْ يَجُوعَ مَرَّةً أُخْرَى.
Go dtí gur tháinig ocras air arís.
Until he gets hungry again.
