“Did you hear about Mrs. Thompson’s cat?” “Which one? The one that thinks it’s a dog or the one that’s always hiding in the flowerpots?” “The one that thinks it’s a dog! Apparently, it chased off a raccoon last night. Mrs. Thompson was so proud, she baked a whole batch of tuna cookies for it.” “Tuna cookies? I can’t even imagine what those smell like. I’d rather stick to your blueberry muffins, thank you very much.” “Speaking of which, I’m out of blueberries. Can you believe it? I had a whole shipment scheduled for today, but it got delayed.” “Of course it did. This town has a knack for drama, doesn’t it? First, the raccoon, now this.” “Right? And don’t forget about the missing garden gnomes. I swear, if I see one more ‘Have you seen my gnome?’ poster, I might lose it.” “Maybe they’re plotting a rebellion. You know how gnomes can be.” “Ha! I can just picture it now: a tiny army marching down Main Street. We’d have to call the sheriff.” “Or at least get some extra muffins ready for the troops.” “Now that’s a plan I can get behind!”