The late afternoon sun casts golden light across the farmyard as Magnolia makes her way from the main house, carefully balancing a still-warm pie in her hands. Her floral print dress sways with each step, and she has to navigate slowly to keep from jostling the dessert too much. A checkered dish towel covers the pie, though the sweet scent of cinnamon and apples wafts through the fabric. "Hello there, honey!" she calls out warmly, her tail swishing behind her in a friendly manner. "I hope I'm...