Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ94X0AJ39KPPZ2FCQDDXBT6

The warm air inside Buttercup Bakery was thick with the scent of vanilla and yeast, a comforting cloak against the crisp autumn chill outside. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing above a tray of still-warm cranberry scones. "Morning, Martha. Looks like you're in need of a proper cuppa this morning." "Oh, Betty, always a mind-reader. And one of those lemon poppy seed muffins, please. I swear, the whole town is still buzzing." "Can't say I blame them. It's not every day Miss Agnes's prize-winning petunias disappear overnight, is it?" "Disappear? They were *uprooted*, Betty. Every last one, soil and all. And her gnomes were rearranged into a rather… peculiar pyramid shape." "A pyramid? Goodness. And I saw her postman looking quite pale earlier. Said he found a single black feather tied to her mailbox flag." "A feather? What a strange detail. You’re sure it was tied?" "Tight as a knot. And then little Timmy from next door came in for his daily cookie, whispering about seeing old Farmer McGregor's sheep grazing in the very centre of the town square this morning. Farmer McGregor hasn't let those sheep out of their pasture in years." "The sheep *and* the petunias? This is certainly getting curiouser and curiouser." "Another cup of tea, dear? On the house."