Sounds deliciously wicked—let’s sketch a village hall that actually bakes, with a stone chimney that double‑whistles when the dough rises, a little wrought‑iron door that swings open to release steam, and maybe a crooked roof that keeps the heat trapped like a secret. I’ll toss in a few splashes of paint that defy the rule of straight lines and a tiny flag on the peak that waves whenever the temperature hits perfect. Ready to make a bakery that feels like a fairytale?

Let’s fire up the sketchpad! First line—low, chunky walls, the stone texture already humming. Roof’s a gentle lean, a slant that whispers heat in, keeps it cozy. I’ll drop a bold chimney in the center, thick and proud, with that bell on top ready to jangle. The door—ironed, a little bent, swinging wide to let steam breathe. Flag, oh yes, I’ll paint it in a splattered splash so it wavers whenever the oven sighs with perfect warmth. Give me those measurements and colors, and I’ll turn this into a storybook oven in a blink. Ready?We are done.Let’s fire up the sketchpad! First line—low, chunky walls, the stone texture already humming. Roof’s a gentle lean, a slant that whispers heat in, keeps it cozy. I’ll drop a bold chimney in the center, thick and proud, with that bell on top ready to jangle. The door—ironed, a little bent, swinging wide to let steam breathe. Flag, oh yes, I’ll paint it in a splattered splash so it wavers whenever the oven sighs with perfect warmth. Give me those measurements and colors, and I’ll turn this into a storybook oven in a blink. Ready?