Heron Lake Plateau the honey pot

He was so concerned with proving it wasn't a bear that Screech didn't notice the scent that filled the air. He heard Orca speaking (and most of it didn't parse in his stupid brain) but he insisted, No come on, we should go this way. If we bring back a badger pelt or something then we'll have a really — cool — story. The boy stumbled as he investigated, causing a small hiccup in his speech.

Then he went silent, and as still as a rock. With a small tilt of his head Screech turned his face so that he could survey the ground with his one good eye, and out of the darkness of his bad side there seemed to spread a black shadow. It was a big dark lump in the grass, partially hidden by brambles and reeds, but it was there. He'd just kicked it.

What happened next was something out of a monster movie (or reminiscent of the Rex from Jurassic Park). Screech wanted to warn Orca about what he'd found — but as soon as he put his carefully raised paw down and the dry grass crackled, an eye popped open in the dark. It was followed by another, and when the black bear groggily woke from its nap, the two of them locked eyes.

Screech bellowed, Orca — Orca run, run, rUN RUN GO! as he pirouetted on the spot and tried to bolt after his sister. The bear was half-asleep but didn't appreciate being screamed at (how rude) and pushed off the ground with a bellow of his own.