The Secret Siren Snack — At the corner of Puddle Lane, Baxter tucked three warm honey buns under his police cap so nobody would nibble them before lunch. Read the full story →
At the corner of Puddle Lane, Baxter tucked three warm honey buns under his police cap so nobody would nibble them before lunch. The buns smelled buttery and sweet, and his boots went clop-clop on the sidewalk squares.
A tiny police car rolled up with a wee-woo that sounded more like “meow-meow.” Inside sat Niblet the cat, whiskers wiggling. “Official bun inspection!” she squeaked, and Baxter laughed so hard his cap slid sideways.
Then Niblet opened her trunk. It was full of napkins, cups, and a little sign that said FREE FOR HUNGRY HELPERS. Baxter tucked his buns beside her crackers, and they left snacks by every flower pot, door, and sunny step.
By lunch, no one knew who had shared the treats. But if you spot Baxter waving, maybe he is guarding one last buttery honey bun under his cap.