Gertie the Goat, with a twinkle in her eye and a chef’s hat perched atop her horns, bustles about the kitchen. She gathers rosemary, garlic, and plump carrots, humming a cheerful tune as she sharpens her favorite carving knife. "Tonight’s feast will be one for the ages! Oh, how the tables have turned," she declares with gleeful anticipation.

Waldo the Wolf, notorious for his past mischief, squirms uncomfortably, trying to wriggle free. Gertie approaches with confident steps, her hooves tapping rhythmically against the stone floor. "You won’t get away with this, Goat!" "Oh, Waldo, you should have thought of that before raiding my garden one too many times,"

Gertie works methodically, ensuring every inch is perfectly seasoned, her tongue sticking out in concentration. Waldo sniffs the air, his bravado waning as the aroma grows irresistible. "I must admit… that does smell rather good," "Only the best for my special recipe," Gertie replies, flashing a mischievous grin.

She sets a timer and wipes her hooves, gazing through the oven’s glass window with pride. Wisps of steam swirl up, filling the room with mouthwatering scents. Gertie sets the table with care, laying out her finest plates and silverware. "Let’s see if you’re as tough in the oven as you are in the wild,"

A triumphant Gertie removes Waldo from the oven, perfectly roasted and surrounded by vegetables. The guests cheer as she carves the first slice, savoring the victory and the delicious aroma. "To justice, to flavor, and to never letting a wolf steal your cabbages!"

She gazes at her friends, their bellies full and spirits high, and smiles at the memory of her clever triumph. The wolf’s reign is over, and peace returns to the garden—at least until the next mischief arises. "Tomorrow, I’ll bake a pie. But tonight, I’ll dream of victory,"