He sniffed the ground, trying to follow a scent. What scent? He didn’t even know what it was, just that it was sweet and he had to find it. Barnaby’s nose guided him past a confused mailman, through a play rehearsal, and right to Frank Frankly’s house

He raised his head and sniffed at the pie on the windowsill, licking his chops. That pie smelt delicious and he couldn’t even sense a single hint of chocolate