A Morning Laugh Chases Away Woes

Previously

…And for Barnaby Buttercup, the perpetually optimistic, hilariously clumsy baker, that was a victory sweeter than any first-place ribbon. He picked up the golden whisk, its tiny hedgehog gleaming in the fading light. It was a reminder. A reminder that even when things went spectacularly wrong, they could also, quite unexpectedly, turn out wonderfully right. He smiled, a genuine, unforced smile that reached all the way to his eyes. The woes of the morning had indeed been chased away, not by a perfectly baked cake, but by a morning laugh, shared with a whole village.