Run: 2026-07-25-01KYCW3JSH0027JX1YA9CE0XQP

Cinnamon and toasted pecans drifted from the ovens, wrapping the little shop in a comforting embrace. "I'm telling you, Arthur, Mayor Higgins didn't just misplace his prized begonia at the spring social. It was taken." "People rarely steal potted flowers, Martha. Especially ones that smell like wet dog." "It’s not about the scent, it’s about the principle! Someone wanted him humiliated before the ribbon-cutting ceremony." "Or perhaps the dog got it." "Nonsense. Buster is a pug of refined sensibilities. He wouldn't touch a begonia." "He ate my prize-winning pumpkin loaf off the cooling rack yesterday." "That was a tactical error on your part, leaving baked goods at dog-eye level." "It was on the top shelf." "Pugs are remarkably limber when motivated by sugar." "You only say that because you suspect Mrs. Gable." "I don't *suspect* her. I have situational awareness. Did you notice her oversized knitting bag at the meeting?" "Everyone in town carries an oversized knitting bag." "Not many of them are bulging in the exact shape of a twelve-inch ceramic pot."