I’ve been doing some transcription of Irish folklore as part of a crowd-sourced project at Dúchas.ie. A lot of it is fragmentary, some of it predictably sexist, but some of it is downright odd. This for example…

At one time there was a long oak stick - or what the people believed to be an oak stick running from Cloontabret to Cloonfinish (a distance of about half a mile). The people used this as a path for years. One fine day to the astonishment of the people the oak stick turned out to be an animal and it fled down to Killala leaving a track after it. Before the animal started on its journey it gave a tremendous whistle. The animal had twelve eyes.

—Collected from Mrs. Anthony Gavagan, 62 of Cluain Finnis (Cloonfinish)