Once upon a time, a lady made a note. She did so using a good fountain pen, freshly filled with blue ink, and wrote the note on fine-quality paper. The note said Sweetbay, and nothing more.
The lady was puzzled - she wrote the note, it was her handwriting, but she had no idea what it meant. One solution beckoned: travel to Sweetbay and find out the purpose of the note.
In the end, the lady traveled to Sweetbay, saw a nice horse napping in a stall, looked at chickens, a field of bluebells, a fountain...and still had no idea why she made that note. On the bright side, the horse was sweet-tempered.