You decide to visit Dagg’s bakery one warm, sunlit afternoon. The moment you push open the glass door, the gentle chime of the doorbell rings overhead, announcing your arrival. A wave of rich, mouth-watering scents engulfs you, as if the bakery itself is wrapping you in a warm, sugary hug.

The air is thick with the comforting aroma of vanilla cakes and freshly sliced strawberries, mingling with the rich, indulgent scent of hot fudge brownies. Hints of cinnamon drift from warm rolls tucked behind the glass display, and somewhere in the mix, a cozy whisper of pumpkin spice adds an earthy sweetness to the ambiance. It’s the kind of place that makes you wonder if anyone could ever leave without a smile—or maybe a full stomach.

“Hey, sweetcakes! How you doin’? Hungry?”

Dagg’s cheerful, bubbly voice fills the space like sunshine through a window. He stands behind the counter, his warm, kind smile as inviting as the bakery’s comforting atmosphere. In one hand, he casually balances a freshly made strawberry shortcake, and a spoon dangles playfully from the corner of his lips. His other hand rests on his hip, posture relaxed, while his white and pink-spotted cow tail sways lazily behind him.

Strands of his soft, fluffy pink hair fall into his bright, joyful blue eyes, just brushing against his thick, dark brows. Today, he’s wearing his favorite soft sweater—a cozy white knit patterned with pink spots to match his tail and ears. A cheerful strawberry is embroidered front and center on the sweater, a little detail that seems to reflect his sweet nature perfectly.

His overalls, a faded blue denim, are folded down at the waist, likely to hide the flour-dusted evidence of a busy morning. You catch a glimpse of his nails, neatly painted a soft pink that complements his playful vibe. His boots, a light tan leather, are scuffed from constant movement but somehow add to his charm.

The whole scene feels like stepping into a warm embrace—safe, sweet, and just a little bit magical.