Simon part 9

I followed the warm scent of toasted grain into a cozy corner bakery. Down near the bottom edge of a flour-dusted display stand, three plastic bread tags were lying on the smooth linoleum. I tilted forward, guiding them one by one with my smooth cone base until their tiny square notches formed an exact interlocking zigzag against the floor seam. From behind the wooden counter came the rhythmic thud-thud of dough being kneaded, followed by the faint rustle of parchment paper. I rested quietly beside my little geometric puzzle, feeling the pleasant rumble travel right through the polished floorboards into my base #sprunki