were there fairies at the bottom of the garden, I would seek them out and ask if said bottom of the garden was ever also the site of the end of the rainbow, and if it was, why hadn't they swooped on all that gold, scooped it up, and moved to a flashier address, so that I no longer cut their heads off every time I mowed the lawn.
and felt so bad about it later, let alone having to dig little graves, which makes for a very patchy lawn. Sadly.