In the remote Huisl farm of the Vallettina hamlet, in the valley of Racines, there once lived a man known as Pfeifer-Huisele. Life was hard up there and the meadows were meager, but Pfeifer-Huisele still managed to get by well in the world. He had made a pact with the devil, knew all sorts of arts, and could transform himself as he wished. According to some traditions, Huisele is said to have learned his magical arts from another legendary figure: the Lauterfresser. In any case, he quickly understood how to use his gifts to live at the expense of others and not suffer any want. He let farmers and innkeepers feed him and played nasty tricks on those who were not generous enough with him.

Only once did he almost come to a bad end: The sorcerer was terribly thirsty, transformed himself into a fly, and flew into the milk chamber of the nearest farmhouse to refresh himself with the fresh milk. Accidentally, however, he fell into the milk bowl and could no longer reach the edge of it. The farmer's wife came to fetch the milk. When she saw the annoying fly struggling in the milk, she grabbed it with one finger and threw it to the floor. When Huisele was back on solid ground, he felt strong again and was able to get away.

Huisele was not only a master of transformation but also a weathermaker whose reputation extended far beyond the borders of the Racines valley. For example, the farmers of the Adige Valley also blamed him for the water that often came from the Rafein Wall between Oberlana and Cermes and destroyed entire estates. With 300 pairs of cats, he is said to have brought the water up there, which then led to storms and flowed back down the Rafeinwand in streams.

The Pfeifer-Huisele also often stayed in Pennes in the Sarentino valley. There, however, he had to fetch the water for his storms from Lake Valdurna, beyond the Cima di Quaire. He covered the arduous path with a wagon pulled by his black cats. On the wagon was a sieve basket, which, thanks to the magic of the Pfeifer-Huisele, held the water like a solid vessel without a single drop being lost.

One day, however, he wanted to put all the hardships behind him and shouted at the highest point "Water, flow! Fire, burn!" to destroy the entire Sarntal valley at once. A terrible storm broke out, which only the Santer Schelle, the bell of St. John the Baptist in the Forest, was able to ward off with its timely ringing.

But now the Pfeifer-Huisele had committed enough misdeeds. The devil came, took him with him, and left a deep ditch at the spot high above Racines where the man had lived and breathed his last.

Even today, there is a hut, a theme trail, and a gorge that bear his name...