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The bell above the door *dinged*, announcing a fresh arrival. A whiff of cinnamon and something floral followed. “Morning, Agnes. You’re a sight for sore eyes. And this bakery smells divine, as always.” “Oh, Beatrice, you say the sweetest things. Though my eyes *are* sore. Old Man Hemlock and his prize-winning pumpkins again. Apparently, they’re being ‘sabotaged.’” “Sabotaged? Goodness. The man takes his gourds seriously.” A chuckle rippled through the air. “What sort of sabotage are we talking?” “Little scratches, mostly. And someone’s been… rearranging his scarecrows. He’s convinced it’s young Timmy Peterson, but Timmy was helping me unload flour this morning. Sweet boy, wouldn't hurt a fly.” “Hmm. Sounds a bit… theatrical for Timmy. Though teenagers *are* full of surprises. Did Hemlock mention anything about… motives?” “Just muttering about envy. Says everyone’s jealous of his pumpkin prowess. Honestly, the drama. Want your usual blueberry scone?” “Please. And maybe a little gossip to go with it? This sounds far more interesting than prize-winning pumpkins.”