When I was a kid, my Dad told me and my siblings the story of an Indian Brave named Falling Rock. Falling Rock was not a very obedient child. One day, he was off wondering on his own, and got lost. His family searched for him for years, and never found him. They even put up these signs all over the place to make others aware that Falling rock was lost, and to keep an eye out for him.
So everytime I see one of these signs, I look up and see if maybe I can find Falling Rock. This is just one of many versions of this story my Dad would tell about Falling Rock. I took me a little while to realize that they were actually warning about loos rocks that could potentially fall in the road... Gotta love my Dad.
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