A Morning Laugh Chases Away Woes

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…As he walked towards the village green, the box held carefully in his hands, Barnaby Buttercup felt a lightness in his step. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the scent of baking filled the air. He might not win the Great Village Bake-Off, but he had, in his own uniquely clumsy way, unearthed a recipe for happiness. And that, he realized, was a prize all on its own. The year's supply of artisanal cheese was still a lovely bonus, of course.