
In bygone days, near the Lake of Bretaye, there once lived a large number of fairies...
The shepherds of the time could see them every evening dancing in the pastures of the Grand Chamossaire or, sometimes catch them sleeping under a rhododendron.
One day, a shepherd from the region got it into his head to marry a fairy. After looking for a long time, he found his fairy, gallantly courted her and married her. This could have been the most beautiful of love stories had he not, out of meanness, begun to strike her. He forbad her to ever go out and kept her from dancing in the pastures. Each time she seemed ready to protest, he got out his stick.
Angered, the community of fairies abducted the young fairy and freed her from the arms of her tyrant. They all left the region to find an area where men were more civilised.
Ever since then, you can spend all the nights you want looking under the rhododendrons of the region, there is not a fairy left in our countryside.