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