Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYB44XP163Y9V4KT5HEF10Q

The bell above the door *dinged* as a gust of wind rattled the window display of gingerbread men. A dusting of flour coated nearly every surface inside, smelling sweetly of cinnamon and sugar. “Honestly, Old Man Hemlock accusing *Agnes* of sabotaging the prize-winning pumpkin? It’s preposterous.” “Oh, now, don’t dismiss it so quickly. He’s a stubborn one, is Hemlock. And Agnes *did* glare at that pumpkin all afternoon at the fair.” “A glare? That woman glares at everyone who dares to breathe near her petunias. Doesn’t mean she hollowed it out with a melon baller.” “True, true. But didn’t you hear about the feud? Apparently, Agnes’s prize-winning zucchini bread stole his blue ribbon back in ’98. He’s been holding a grudge ever since.” “Twenty-five years? Over zucchini bread?” A scoff. “Honestly, this town. I swear, a missing scone causes more drama than a bank robbery.” “Don’t underestimate the power of a good scone, dear. Or a prize-winning pumpkin, for that matter. Especially when pride is involved. Want another sugar cookie? Might need the energy for the gossip.”