I'll put a joke here so you can skip it if you want to.
Long, long ago there was an Indian tribe with a princess being courted by two braves, Running Bear and Falling Rocks. They both had their good points and their bad points so the princess could not make up her mind which of the two she preferred. After all too much dithering around her father called the two of them in and said, “Look, we’ve got to settle this. My daughter loves furs. You two go out and whoever returns before the next full moon with the most good-quality furs shall have her hand in marriage.”
The two of them took off and a day before the full moon, Running Bear returned staggering under the weight of the furs he had collected. “Wow! Falling Rocks is really going to have to outdo himself to beat this!” The day passed, the moon was full, but Falling Rocks did not return. They waited an additional week to be fair but he still did not show. Running Bear and the princess married and had a reasonably happy life but the tribe was concerned about its missing member.
Search parties were sent out to all points of the compass but did not find him even after years of looking. They eventually stopped searching but never gave up hope. Even today, generations later, you can see the signs they have put up, WATCH FOR FALLING ROCKS