“Did you hear about Mrs. Finch?” “Which part? The bake sale disaster or her unfortunate run-in with the garden gnomes?” “Both! But mostly about the gnomes. Apparently, she mistook them for intruders and threw her famous blueberry pie at them.” “I’d pay to see that! The gnomes still look untouched in her yard though. You’d think a pie would leave a mark.” “Guess you can’t underestimate the durability of ceramic. She said they’ve been giving her the side-eye ever since.” “That’s wild! But what about the bake sale? I saw her frantic post on the community board.” “Oh, that was a tragedy! She showed up with her pies still cooling in the backseat. Right before she set them on the table, she hit a bump—” “And they all flipped upside down, didn’t they?” “Like a terrible pastry acrobatics show! There was blueberry filling everywhere. She was mortified.” “I bet! You know, if we ever get a chance to unveil the mystery of the ghost that haunts her kitchen, we might solve her pie problems.” “Ghosts or gnomes, it seems anything can happen in this town.” “Well, just be glad you’re not a pie today.”