There’s a strange rock formation in a natural park close to They’re called the Three Sisters; here follows a legend.
Long ago, a shaman was out walking with his three sisters when the most famous warrior of that time approached them and said:
“I want to marry one of these lovely girls.”
“If one of them marries, the other two will think they’re ugly. I’m looking for a tribe where warriors are allowed to have three wives,” replied the shaman, moving off.
For years, the shaman travelled the Australian continent with his sisters, but he never found such a tribe.
“At least one of us could have been happy,” said one of the sisters, when they were old and tired of all that walking.
“I was wrong,” said the shaman, “but now it’s too late.”
And so he transformed the three sisters into blocks of stone, so that anyone who passed by there would understand that the happiness of one does not mean the unhappiness of others.
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