evileeyore said:
Edit: D'oh, I had to go and find something cool about the French, damn.
Feeling francophobiac, dear?
Well, if that can comfort you, you searched wrong.
The Tarasque wasn't smote by a lay clergy member.
The Tarasque, daughter of Leviathan and Onachum, was a water dragon, that entered the Rhone and arrived near the town of Tarascon (hence the creature's name, although some people claim it's the other way around, of course).
There, she did what dragons do, eating and terrorizing commoners.
But what's cool about the Tarasque isn't that she was slain by a George-like knight in shining armor. Instead, a frail woman, St. Martha, who was utterly fearless, decided to simply go and chat with the monster, to explain to her she was being very impolite.
Well, by not being appalled by the Tarasque's foulness and by being willing to talk wih her, she managed to convert the monster to Christianship (Martha was probably a precursor of the Jeovah Witnesses and other people who go door to door to convert you). The Tarasque, now tame as a lamb, came to the town, leashed like a pet dog, following Martha.
Of course, the villagers weren't much convinced by Martha's claim the creature was now harmless, and killed the monster. Which didn't defended herself, because good Christians turn the other cheek.
Then, they skinned the slain beast and made a procession, with people inside the hide to move. Tarascon is the only city outside of China where there was such a traditional dragon procession.
Here's an old postcard (I would say early 20th century, before WW2) showing a Tarasque chariot in such a procession. You can see the young girl playing St Martha's role.