The Devil came down from the mountain and took off his horns. He wanted to rest and they were too tiresome to wear whilst reclining on the chaise-longue. Cradled in the valley the Devil beleived himself invoilate and unseen but while he dozed and planned his next house party creatures of clay and water stole his horns.
When he woke the Devil roared with anger, his rage split the mountain and the stolen horns into thousands of tiny pieces, each one shaped like a horn.
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