Three Fox Five

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a regular asked the baker, ‘Why do you always smile when I order my favorite pastry?’ The baker replied, ‘Because it’s Three Fox Five!’ Everyone laughed, but no one knew what he meant. A few days later, a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Hey, why does everyone around here keep saying “Three Fox Five” whenever they see you?’ The baker grinned and whispered, ‘It’s because I’m thinking of foxes playing in a forest at five o’clock.’ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing that sometimes life is just as simple—and as magical—as a smile over a freshly baked pastry.

2. One day, an early-morning delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the Three Fox Five bakery’s parking lot—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. Curious but cautious, he drove off without investigating further. Later that morning, a regular customer popped into the bakery and asked if they had received any unusual deliveries. The baker smiled mysteriously and replied, 'Just our usual assortment of pastries today.' As the customer left, he overheard another neighbor whispering, ‘I heard they found a box filled with free samples!’

3. A curious neighbor often stopped by after work to watch the bakers through the window of Three Fox Five. One afternoon, as they were arranging pastries with meticulous care, he noticed that each one had a tiny footprint on top. The curious neighbor soon became a regular, always asking if he could help. One day, while dusting the counter, he accidentally knocked over a jar of sprinkles onto an unsuspecting delivery driver’s head. The driver laughed so hard, spilling his entire box of croissants, and everyone in the shop burst out laughing—except for the poor baker, who just wanted to finish decorating without any more distractions.

4. At dawn one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Three Fox Five and swore he heard laughter coming from inside the empty bakery. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing but dusty shelves and closed shutters. Suddenly, an old clock on the wall chimed, and three foxes—made of wood and painted gold—swiveled their heads towards him with mischievous grins. Startled, the driver fled, never mentioning his encounter until a neighbor asked why he always bought pastries from elsewhere.