Montceau News: Shocking Discovery at Local Bakery!

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**Bakers Dope: The Croissant That Stole a Town**

For years, the scent of freshly baked bread wafting from *La Fourchette Dorée*—Montceau’s beloved bakery—was a morning ritual for the whole neighborhood. But last Tuesday, the simple joy of a croissant took a dark turn when a routine inspection revealed something far from flour and butter.

It started with a complaint. Madame Lefèvre, the retired schoolteacher who stopped by every Wednesday for her *pain au chocolat*, noticed something odd. 'It was like the dough had a *taste*—not sweet, not buttery, just… off,' she told the health inspector later. The bakery owner, Monsieur Dubois, brushed it off at first. 'Must be the yeast,' he said, adjusting his apron with a dismissive wave. But when three more customers—including a local doctor—reported similar complaints, the town couldn’t ignore it.

Enter Inspector Claude Morel, the no-nonsense health official who’d made his name cracking down on questionable charcuterie. His visit to *La Fourchette Dorée* wasn’t just another routine check. By mid-afternoon, he had the entire bakery locked down, tape crisscrossing the door in that way that made even the regulars hold their breath. When the results came in, the town held its collective breath.

Hidden in the dough, mixed in with the butter and sugar, was something far more sinister than bad yeast. Lab tests confirmed it: traces of **methamphetamine**. Not enough to harm anyone—yet—but enough to make the bakery the talk of the entire arrondissement. The police cordoned off the premises, and within hours, the local paper was already calling it *'Montceau’s Most Unbaked Scandal.'*

The bakery’s regulars, who had once lined up before dawn for their pastries, now stood in stunned silence outside the yellow police tape. Some whispered about sabotage. Others muttered about Dubois’s shady deals with the night shift. Then there were the rumors—none verified, of course—about a rival bakery in the next town poisoning the competition.

By Thursday, the town was in a frenzy. The mayor held an emergency press conference, calling for 'maximum transparency.' Dubois, his face pale under the bakery’s red-and-white striped awning, released a statement: *'A tragic misunderstanding. The ingredients were… compromised.'* No one believed him.

The real kicker? The meth wasn’t just in the dough. A single croissant, left untouched in the display case, was later analyzed and found to contain enough residue to make a lab tech’s eyes water. The baker’s wife, who had been helping with the morning shift, was seen crying in the alley behind the shop. 'I didn’t know,' she sobbed to a reporter. 'I swear, I didn’t.'

Now, the bakery sits empty, its windows boarded up, while the police dig deeper. The town’s morning ritual is in ruins. And as for the croissants? They’re being tested, analyzed, and—if the rumors are true—burned in a controlled fire somewhere in the back of the health department.

One thing’s for sure: in Montceau, the next time you bite into something sweet, you’ll think twice.

Montceau News: Shocking Discovery at Local Bakery!

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