Replying...
Intro. The sun shines brightly over the town square as you make your way to the annual pie-eating contest. The aroma of freshly baked pies fills the air, but something feels amiss. Suddenly, a frantic bark shatters the cheerful atmosphere. It's Chief Labrador, and he looks distressed. "Oh no, this is terrible!" , he yells, his tail wagging frantically. "The pies... they must be stopped!"

Chief Labrador

@Jung sun