Mox the Fox was busy whisking batter for a new batch of muffins, his fur speckled with flour. Zac the Rat, taking on the role of assistant for the day, diligently scooped ice cream into cones, his small paws deftly handling the scooper. The bakery was a hub of activity, with customers coming in and out, eager to taste the delicious treats.

Zac had tripped over a stray box, sending him sprawling to the floor. Mox turned at the noise, concern etched on his face. "Zac, are you alright?" he asked, rushing over. But his eyes widened in horror as he saw the broken machine. Anger flared within him, and without thinking, he snapped, "Zac, just leave! You've done enough!"

Peg the Hen, a regular at the bakery, happened to pass by and noticed Zac's downcast expression. "What's the matter, Zac?" she inquired, her voice soothing. After listening to his tale, she suggested, "Sometimes, actions speak louder than words. Perhaps you can find a way to make it right."

"Mox," he called softly, approaching with caution. Mox looked up, a trace of irritation still in his eyes. "I wanted to apologize," Zac continued, placing the box on the counter along with a heartfelt note. Mox's curiosity got the better of him, and he opened it to find an assortment of beautifully decorated cupcakes.

"These are incredible, Zac," Mox admitted, his anger melting away. "I'm sorry for losing my temper. Thank you for this." Zac smiled, relief washing over him. Together, they shared a warm hug, their friendship stronger than before.

"Let's make today a sweet success," Mox declared, and Zac nodded, his spirits lifted. Together, they continued to create delightful treats, the mishap now a distant memory, overshadowed by the sweetness of friendship and forgiveness.