Chip sent me a letter in the mail, congratulating me on losing the fishing tournament. He calls it the Good Sport Award, but no. I’m a bad sport. I still refuse to believe Lily caught that huge tuna! Pics or it didn’t happen!
When I went in to check on Elmer tonight, I found out he was sick! That’s actually pretty funny, because he was just joking about getting sick again to Melba last week (to get more of Melba’s soup). Be careful what you wish for, buddy.
I went to the store to buy him some medicine, and he gulped it all down. I just don’t understand how sick animals have the energy to flip like this.
As I left, I noticed something odd about his house. Are those bars on his window?
As I continued my walk, Ribbot was telling me about how he wants to put gyroids in his man cave. I didn’t know frogs had man caves. Or robots, for that matter.
I went in to see Miranda, and she was all packed and ready to move out of town (again). She said she had to clean up to preserve her good reputation. To which I responded, “What good reputation?” Besides, what’s the point of cleaning up your house to impress people after you leave…when you’re taking your house with you anyway? I don’t get it.
Lily asked me to make a delivery to Melba, so I tracked her down and gave her the beige knit. I then returned to Lily and she thanked me by giving me a bamboo wall.
