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In the end it was not keen eyesight nor swiveling ears that confirmed Edward was on the right trail. About halfway down the path, his nose twitched once, twice, and Edward’s descent came to a sudden and jarring halt. From somewhere upwind came the distinct smell of lemon.

Now why would I be smelling lemons in a park? An out-of-the-way lemonade stand? I think not.

“You don’t suppose the silly beaver took the tree with him do you, “ Edward mused. “Silly, silly…” he mumbled as he approached the little copse of trees by the path at the bottom of the hill. “Beaver!”

Edward pushed into the thick undergrowth and emerged in a small quiet space that contained a small potted Meyers lemon tree but was otherwise quite unoccupied.

“Bugger,” he muttered.