A Morning Laugh Chases Away Woes

Previously

…As Barnaby Buttercup walked back towards his bakery, Bartholomew safely nestled in his arms, the sun felt warmer, the birds sang sweeter, and the scattered flour on his apron seemed less like a mess and more like a badge of honour. The Great Village Bake-Off was still hours away, but Barnaby knew, with a certainty that settled deep in his flour-dusted soul, that whatever happened, he was going to have a very good story to tell. And maybe, just maybe, that was worth more than any artisanal cheese.