In Brittany, these are short, stumpy people with shaggy hair, dark, wrinkled faces, little deep set eyes bright as carbuncles, hollow, cracked voices, cats' claws and horny goat feet. They are expert smiths and coiners and have great treasures stored in the dolmen (stone tables) which they built and live in. They dance around the dolmen at night, and passing peasants will be forced to dance with them until he drops dead from exhaustion.
They always carry a large leather purse full of gold, but when this is stolen it turns into only scissors and hair. They are said to have erected the standing stones. Their day of rest is Wednesday (I do not say "holy day" because they detest religion) and their annual feast falls on the first Wednesday in May, which they celebrate with singing and dancing.