The sweet scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the cozy bakery as a flustered voice exclaimed, "I swear, I didn't louse his shoes last week! It was the janitor's! I'm telling you, I didn't have anything to do with it." A calm, gentle tone replied, "Now now, let's not jump to conclusions. We can't just accuses people out of hand. Especially not without evidence. The police found a hairpin caught in one of the lockers, but it was a few strands of dark hair, not yours. It could belong to anyone." The defensive tone huffed, "That hairs piece of evidence suggests I had nothing to do with it? You're kidding me, right?" The soft voice continued, "We do need to consider other suspects. But we can't just dismiss you without hearing your side of the story. What do you think really happened?" The frustrated voice threw its hands up in the air, causing the display case to rattle. "Fine, I'll tell you the whole story. But it's not anyone's fault, I swear. The janitor's dog got loose and chewed up my favorite pair of loafers. Now the whole town thinks I'm some kind of thief." The gentle tone laughed, "Well, it seems like the whole town has made a rather... puzzling assumption."