@moonman
I remember that you like these kind of old stories if I'm correct.

La Mort de la Vouivre
The Death of the Vouivre

At the south of the department of Jura, not far from l'Ain, the village of Condes add a clear and fresh water in which the Vouivre liked to quench it's thirst.
The place the it preferred to frisk was the source of the stream that "played the water-mill of the Condes".

A Farmer brave and cunning heard that it was impossible to remove from the Vouivre it's shiny and precious carbuncle; he resolved to take the dangerous adventure who, suddenly, would made him the richest of men.

He bought a strong pin tub, garnish it of long and solid nails which each tip pieced the exterior the size of a thumb and one night, he installed it near a source.

He took good dispositions; he noticed the exact place where it left it's eye before diving in the water; he disposed the pin tub near it, nested under it and waited.

The Vouivre came; barely it left it's carbuncle that, without a sound, the farmer lifted his pin tub a little and lay it down on the miraculous diamond.

The Vouivre came back an didn’t find back it's carbuncle; it precipitated itself in anger, blow after blow on the obstacle where it thought it would took it back; but it injured itself multiple times against pointy nails and finally succumb to it's injuries.

The farmer hiding his conquest went back to his home, but not for long he enjoyed it, because illness suddenly took him and he died the next day.

Nobody in the village new what happened to the carbuncle; what's for sure said the villagers, is that the Vouivre doesn't exist anymore; it died here and those who pretend to have seen it since then are liars.

#storytime

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