Keepers

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“Hey, Gil-your air freshener’s standing by the side of the road.” Cheryl adjusted the focus on the new binoculars and then laughed.

“My whosee-whats-it is huh?”

“You’ll see when we catch up to him in a minute.”

Traffic in our lane wasn’t moving nearly as fast as it was in the other two-in fact it was barely moving at all. We were coming back from the grand opening week of my second “novelties and collectibles” store, this one in Columbus, and had gotten into Cedar Hill just in time for rush hour-lucky us.

“Why are you messing with those things?” I asked, nodding toward the binoculars.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe I was hoping for a glimpse of the mysterious lion, or tiger, or bear, oh my.”

I grinned. Over the past few months there had been several reported sightings of various animals wandering Cedar Hill; a lion on the cliffs at Black Hand Gorge, a tiger in the woods of Dawe’s Arboretum, a Kodiak bear lumbering through Moundbuilder’s Park. I half-expected the next report to be of an elephant near the Twenty-first Street exit. The reports were being dismissed as pranks, but it was still fun to follow them on the news and in the pages of the Ally. My nephew, Carson, says the animals come from “… the Magic Zoo.”

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