Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8HSP9F97NRW35BFFWDAD8

The scent of cinnamon and sugar hung thick in the air, a comforting blanket against the November chill. A dusting of flour coated every surface, evidence of a busy morning. “Honestly, Mrs. Higgins nearly fainted when she saw it. Said it was the most dreadful thing she’d ever witnessed in forty years of baking competitions.” A sigh. “Forty years! You’d think she’d be used to a little…unconventionality.” “Unconventional? It was shaped like a gnome, covered in bright blue frosting, and had a single, googly eye glued to its forehead. I mean, really!” "Well, Penelope did always have a flair for the dramatic. You think it was deliberate?” “Deliberate? To sabotage Beatrice’s prize-winning apple pie? Absolutely. Penelope’s been simmering ever since Beatrice won last year. Remember how she swore the judges were bribed?” “Oh, I remember. Said they clearly had a weakness for Beatrice’s crust. Did you tell Sheriff Davies about this…gnome?” “Not yet. Figured it was best to get a second opinion. And maybe sample a gingerbread man or two first.”