Novel Horrors Month Two Day Twenty-Five

The human wasn't feeling well today, and didn't get as much writing done as she hoped. That was good for our poor neighbors, but not so good for me. Needless to say, the human wasn't happy, as this is the second time she's fallen behind what she was hoping to do due to issues with her leg, and she's considering scheduling a writing marathon to make up for it. Going to camp out at that bakery where she met with some of her accomplices has been tossed out as a possibility for this noveling horror. I wonder if I call and tell them that Betsy Bear might come with the human if that would be enough to shut the bakery down?