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The bell above the door chimed as Mabel pushed inside, her coat still dusted with morning frost. "You're late." "I got held up at the post office. Mrs. Henderson's cat got stuck in the old oak again." Mabel slid onto the wooden stool by the window, her eyes scanning the display case. "That's the third time this week. Something's spooking those cats." The baker wiped his flour-dusted hands on his apron. "Speaking of spooked, did you see what happened to Mr. Peterson's prize rooster?" Mabel's spoon clinked against her coffee cup. "What about it?" "He's missing. Entire coop door was open, feathers scattered everywhere, but no sign of the bird itself." "That's strange. Pete said he locked up tight last night." The baker leaned closer, lowering his voice. "Funny thing is, I found these footprints in the flour this morning. Small ones, like a child's, leading right to the back door." Mabel set down her cup slowly. "A child wouldn't know how to open that latch." "No," he agreed quietly. "But someone who'd been watching might."