The Smoky Smell of a Banjo

When i begin to smell smoke through the trees, i figured it some campers or hunters out there. But at least they'd be able to point me back in the direction of upper flat. I follow my nose as the smoky smell gets more and more intense so i start to see the smoke itself wafting through the trees. That's also about the time i begin to hear the slow, rhythmic sounds of a banjo being plucked just out of sight. It's not some jolly casian tune either. The sounds are discordant, ominous, even. And the hairs on the back of my neck begin to stand on end as i finally begin to see this little