Faoi Friendship is Magic - collecting apples
Mar sin tĂĄ sĂ© in am fĂłmhar a bhaint as crainn torthaĂ. Thug an crann Ășll, atĂĄ sa ghairdĂn gleoite, barr iontach, a chaithfear a lomĂĄnaĂocht go prĂĄinneach, nĂł nĂ dhĂ©anfaidh na hĂșlla ach milleadh. Ar ndĂłigh, i gcĂĄs capaillĂnĂ neamhshuimiĂșla, nĂ cosĂșil go bhfuil an tasc seo spraĂĂșil, ach bhĂ smaoineamh i bhfad nĂos suimiĂșla acu: caitheann duine Ășlla, agus na gabhĂĄlacha eile. DĂĄ bhrĂ sin, is fĂ©idir leo taitneamhach a chur le chĂ©ile le hĂșsĂĄid. Is Ă© an tasc atĂĄ agat nĂĄ a chinntiĂș go cĂșramach nach scaoileann siad na hĂșlla go lĂ©ir ar an urlĂĄr. FĂ©ach ar an dĂĄ cheann, toisc nach fĂ©idir an chapaillĂnĂ a fheiceĂĄil.