Ireland's River Shannon and the Spirit of Sionainn
One lovely autumn day, in Ireland's Cuilcagh Mountains, a beautiful girl named Sionainn wandered through the oak tree forest to gather hazel nuts and blackberries. Sionainn stopped at a small pond and looked at her reflection in a tear-shaped pond. She looked up at the ancient willow trees that shaded the pond. She looked beyond to the stream flowing out across a green pasture and down to the valley below. Sionainn walked over to an old large hazel nut tree to gather nuts that she could reach on the branches. As she reach for the nuts, she thought she heard what sounded like a voice. "Do not take the hazel nuts, young woman," she thought she heard the voice say. She looked all around her. Even the warning didn't keep Sionainn from doing what she wanted to do. These fine nuts were so appealing that she didn't want to wait until she got home. She decided to eat some right then and there. Just as the beautiful Sionainn broke open a hazel nut shell, she heard such