Somewhere in a church in italy there is a dragon's skull, in the legend, scarred paesant called the attention of a knight that go in the swamp shooting the dragon with an arquebus, giving the corpse to village's priest, the skull is still here... is just a croccodile, some moron just drop a croccodile in the swamp during renaisament making crazy that hysterical paesant.
Cool; and that is how legends and myths are born.
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