The aroma of fresh bread wafted through the cozy bakery as Emma swept a stray crumb off the counter. Mabel peeked in from behind the display case, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "Did you hear? Old man Jenkins’ fern went missing again. Just like last time, right in the middle of the night." Emma looked up, skeptical. "You’re telling me someone broke into the backyard just to snatch a plant?" Mabel nodded vigorously. "Apparently, the gardener saw muddy footprints near the back fence this morning. Poor Mr. Jenkins is beside himself—says his prized fern’s vanished without a trace." Emma wiped her hands on a towel. "Sounds suspicious. Maybe it’s not just a prank. Could be someone’s got a thing for greenery." Mabel leaned closer, whispering. "Or maybe it’s something more—like a clue to that old shed burglary last month. Whatever it is, I think we've got a mystery brewing." Emma grinned, eyeing a freshly baked scone. "Looks like our quiet town just got a little more interesting. Want to help me investigate?" Mabel giggled, already grabbing a notebook. "Absolutely. Let’s catch that fern thief."