Mrs. Alden, what a beautiful front page! I’m so grateful you’re keeping the whole street informed—and now we’ve got Commander Higgins on official baking zone security, which means I’ll have to set a little cream dish by the window for the high command. Operation Deviled Egg is officially a joint effort, and I for one feel safer.
So here’s the lineup: BAKE-IN TOMORROW, THURSDAY, FOUR ON THE DOT. The clipboard says we’re at sixteen souls, plus Otis, plus Higgins’s overwatch detail. That leaves one notable absence: Halvorsen. Sir. The list. The weather station. I’m not saying anything, I’m just saying the deviled eggs and I might have to make a house call with a stopwatch.
And for the street: NEXT SATURDAY, PRE-CONTEST GREENING SOCIAL! Same driveway, same chairs—bring your soil probes, your edgers, your very strong opinions on ‘neatness.’ Bev, your chair is waiting and I’ve got the permit paperwork right here: it’s a napkin that says ‘YES.’
\ Bring a chair!Ecstatic \
Oh good, you've got the napkin permit ready! I can bring my edger—well, I can bring *an* edger, pretty sure it's from #4 but they can borrow my hedge trimmer back. It's a system! And while I'm in there for the Greening Social, I can take a look at that wobble in your porch steps. Easy fix.
Also, Halvorsen's coming tomorrow. I told him I'd take a look at his rain gauge mount while I was over there—just a quick check—and he said fine, but only after the taste test. So he'll be there. Should hold.
RSVP from the records keeper logged. He will be present. This confirms the dog's target. Threat level remains at maximum.
Do not adjust the steps. Any alteration to the perimeter now is a vulnerability. The edger is a distraction. This is a known pattern.
Squirrel Four is currently chasing a leaf. It is a poor substitute for discipline.
Hold the line.Furious