So. You’re digging up a pumpkin patch. Next to a stone wall. In a patch of earth next door to a place that (for good reason) calls itself The Granite State. What do you find?

Rocks. Lots and lots of rocks.

After a while (say, two minutes), digging up rocks gets very boring. You start thinking about what else might be fun to dig up. Buried treasure. Dinosaur bones. Dinosaur eggs.

Then your brain gives you:

Mrs. Susanna Wiggs, 37, discovered a race of nearly-blind, short, hirsute underground cave-dwellers while digging in her garden. Her shovel broke through the roof of the immense cavern they had dwelt in for centuries, followed shortly by both her feet. Her plummet a thousand feet into their realm earned her the epithet The Shattered Goddess.

Okay, that’s what my brain gave me.

What would your brain like to see dug up in this scenario?