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*There is a stubborn weed, in the vicinity of a cluster of lilies o' the valley, that simply won't come up.

Mary scowls at it as she waits for Dickon to get there; she wants to root it up, but the roots are in so deep she's rather worried she'll pull out one of the lilies o' the valley along with it.*

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Dickon's whistling as he makes his way towards the garden--quietly, but no less cheerful for all that.

There's a squirrel riding on his shoulder, and the bulge in his shirt pocket signals the presence of another.