A sea serpent washed ashore one day, leaving the village elders perplexed.
The carcass was too large to move, and even dead, its legendary venom could kill the crowd it had attracted.
In the end, they called in a conclave of wizards at great expense to advise them. They came with great pomp and ceremony, in their billowing robes and flowing beards.
They stood around the dead beast and spoke seriously and at length about what the omen portended and how best to deal with it.
The resulting devastation rained scales, blubber and bone fragments for miles in every direction.