Only a very few of
the many, who spend their Holidays' at Il Chiasale, have seen this fierce
in the morning, punctually at 5, when it appears that guests are simply
unable to stop giving each other the grandest of company, then they risk
the good fortune of witnessing a haunting!For then the sound of stampeding
hooves thunders over the premises, appearing out of nowhere and stops.
Head held high and proud, the beast steps onto the silently-watching anxious
crowd and urges them with eyes of livid coal, "that it is time to
go to bed...".
And nobody, absolutely nobody, refuses the will of this beast.
With, or without, having had, a touch of spirits.