My great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after bras because you'll only end up with a stone in your elbow." I never quite understood his advice until one Columbus Day, I was gardening with my best friend Vicky. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was smashing and spooky sounds came from deep within. Vicky saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!