Was walking to the Old Lime Kiln at the start of a late Fall with my friend. On the way out from the Lime Kiln we were walking into the low warm wet November sun, shining through mossy tree limbs, in a damp stream valley, yellow and yellow-green leaves, dense brackets of half dead trees.
Suddenly I smelled a sweet smell in the air and heard a low rumble, almost inaudible. My friend heard it too though, and smelled the same sweet smell.. There was another low rumble. My conclusion is that this was the legendary Ghost Of The Honey Bear. If I was you, and I was going to visit the Old Lime Kiln, I would bring a pot of honey to appease him.
Submitted by Arthur