They say that long ago a peasant, infringing the law which forbade manual labour on Sundays and public holidays was farming a patch of land, where the lake bed is today, on San Pantaleone’s patron day.

He answered the passers-by who scolded him: "Pantaleone, little Pantaleone, I certainly know if it necessary for my mule and I to stop".

After uttering these words, the man and his mule disappeared and a lake replaced the field.

This explains why Lexert has neither tributaries nor effluents...