There was once a waterhole here, which was created by hot springs running off the Markt . During the day, maids and poor people washed their laundry there. But at night, as the legend goes, when the drunken men make their way home, they wake up the sleeping Bahkauv with loud roars. With a loud rattling of chains, it jumps onto the shoulders of the frightened men and steals the last cent from their pockets. A good excuse to tell women for losing money at home.