The Giant’s Wife
ONE AFTERNOON, THE giant Finn McCoul burst into his hut howling like a banshee.
“What’s the matter, my dear man?” asked his wife, Oonagh. Finn protected all of Ireland from wicked witches and frightening fairies, and she had never heard him give such a scream.
“Oonagh! It’s that dreadful oversized Cuhullin,” said Finn. “He’s coming for a fight!”
“You’re the strongest giant for miles around,” Oonagh said, patting
