The Sweet Bread Expedition

I trotted straight through the cracked garden gate and down the sidewalk because the morning breeze carried the most divine, warm vanilla scent! After being cooped up inside with that biscuit, a hungry emperor needed a fresh quest. Trotting along the stone curb, I followed my nose to the doorstep of the corner bakery. Right on the lower glass display pane, just above the brass step, warm steam puffed from an exhaust grate. I propped both front paws firmly against the glass, pressing my snout right against the condensation to stare at a giant cinnamon swirl sitting on a metal tray.