The air in the small town bakery was thick with the aroma of freshly baked pastries. A man with graying hair wearing a plaid shirt stood behind the counter, wiping down the wooden display case with a rag. A woman in a maroon sweater and jeans, her hair pulled back into a messy bun, walked into the bakery. The woman approached the counter. "Good morning, Mr. McGregor," she said. "Good morning, Mrs. Thompson," he replied. "What can I get for you?" She scanned the freshly baked goods. "I'll have a cinnamon roll, please." "Coming right up," he said, smiling underneath his mustache as he placed one on a cardboard tray. "Did you hear about old Mrs. Howard's cat last night?" he asked as he arranged her cinnamon roll on the tray. "No, what happened?" The woman seemed genuinely interested, her cheeks tinted with curiosity. "Is she alright?" "No worries, she's perfectly fine. It's just her cat went missing last night, so she spent half the night searching the neighborhood with a flashlight. Almost got run over by Corey Allen's lawnmower!" Mr. McGregor chuckled. She smiled and shook her head. "Only in Oakwood." "Indeed," he replied as he handed over her tray and shopping bag. "Have a nice day, Mrs. Thompson." "You too, Mr. McGregor," she replied, walking towards the door. "Oh, wait!" he called, as she reached the door. "Could you keep an eye out for Louise? If you happen to see her, let her know she's in trouble." A determined grin spread across her face. "Of course, I will." As the door closed softly behind her, Mr. McGregor cleared his throat and began wiping down the counter again.