Not a Crook

Yesterday, Willow was out in the snow with her net. She said she catches bugs for the enjoyment of it, although she doesn’t touch the bugs directly. Only with her net.

Willow: I don't care what anyone says. I catch bugs for the enjoyment of it, bo peep.

When I played today, I found Camofrog all packed up and ready to move out of town. This was not a surprise, because we talked about it last week. So long, Camofrog!

Camofrog: It's cute that you're so sad, Jeff. But I told you I'd be leaving someday.

I ran into Biskit near the top of the waterfall (where I used to hold sumo matches years ago). He told me to snap a photo of him, so I did!

Biskit: Well, if you ever wanted to take a picture, now's the time!

At the Roost, I asked K.K. Slider for a random song. He performed “My Place” for me. Good song!

K.K.: All right, get ready to dig the riffs on this ditty: My Place.

A few minutes later, Rosie asked me to deliver a gift to Willow. I agreed to help out, but Willow absolutely hated the gift (a burglar’s shirt). To be fair, I can’t blame her since it implies that she’s a burglar. Sorry, Willow. I know ewe are not a crook.

Willow: Who in their right mind would send me something like a burglar's shirt?
Willow: Oh, please! Even a yucky old camcorder is better than THIS!

I then returned to Rosie and told her the bad news. She was clearly upset at Willow’s reaction, even if she tried to play it cool.

Rosie: Ack! For SERIOUSLY?! 
Fine! Stay on the Tacky Train forever! See if I care! Doesn't bother me at all!

Still, Rosie rewarded me with some kitchen tile for making the delivery.