Olive the French bulldog was no ordinary pup—she was the self-appointed Royal Keeper of the Baguettes in a tiny village outside Paris. Every morning, she would trot proudly down the cobblestone streets wearing a miniature cape, inspecting each bakery for “proper crunchiness.” The bakers pretended they were in charge, but everyone knew that Olive’s approving snort was the true sign a baguette was worthy of being sold. Legend has it she once halted an entire town market because a loaf didn’t have enough je ne sais crust.

One spring afternoon, Olive discovered a mysterious golden croissant perched on a fountain. Believing it to be a sacred pastry relic, she summoned the townspeople with a series of heroic barks—each more dramatic than the last. The villagers gathered, confused, until Olive proudly nudged the croissant into the air like a chubby, wrinkly Indiana Jones. In the end, it turned out to be a child’s toy. But Olive didn’t mind—she strutted home, tail wiggling, certain she had saved France from a pastry-related catastrophe once again.