He hadn’t been on Cherry Tree Lane in over a decade, but not much had changed besides his vantage point. A few feet taller now. Regretfully, he hadn’t seen a single cherry tree in his travels. Honestly, he was a little doubtful that cherries even grew on trees — they seemed better suited for a shrub or vine, like most berries. He had seen plenty of cherries, just not the fresh-picked kind. No, these cherries were sickeningly neon in color and unnaturally saccharine in taste, mostly for show—an unnecessary beverage ornament. Something to distract.