Chip sent me a letter in the mail, congratulating me for winning the fishing tournament last weekend. He included a silver trophy as my prize.
Bunnie approached me tonight and said that a Persian rug was my lucky item. I thought she was going to offer to sell me one, but instead, she gave it to me for free. She called herself a good luck fairy.
I went in to see Chrissy, and she was all packed up! She’s moving out of town. Honestly, I won’t miss her much, but she was fairly nice to me while she was here. Enjoy hopping down the bunny trail, Chrissy.
It was pretty late when I played tonight, so I was surprised to see Lily outside. There was a good reason for that, though: She locked herself out of her house.
Frobert asked me to make a delivery to Bunnie, so I tracked her down again and gave her the package. It contained a shirt, and she asked for privacy while changing…even though she was out in public, with Pascal and Broccolo also nearby.
I went down to the beach to look for a scallop for Pascal, and fortunately, I found one. I returned to give it to him, and he gave me an anchor in exchange. He then started talking about aliens before jumping into the river.
After several fishing attempts, I found Lily’s key! I won’t do this for just any frog, you know.
I took it back to her, and she was glad to have her key back. However, she still didn’t go in her house; she continued to stand outdoors. She rewarded me with 600 bells.
Chip told me that my prize would be in the mail.
Beneath the purple evening sky, Frobert the frog suggested a new nickname for me. He said he’s going to call me “big bro.”
After completing a lap around town and talking to all my villagers, I took the bus out to the city. I was just paying attention to some details on the scenery. Pictures of Shrunk and Frillard are displayed on the outside of the marquee, and the ABD (ATM) has a picture of a bag of bells on top. And then there’s the mystery building on the corner; it clearly has some gifts on display in the window. Too bad that building has no real use (or even a doorway).
Mallary got my hopes up when she told me she’s been tempted to move out. But she was really just complaining about her furniture, so I didn’t have the opportunity to tell her to get the duck out of town. Sigh. Maybe someday.
Bunnie, now fully recovered (physically at least) basically called me crazy for staying up so late. But it was only 8 p.m.! I think she’s lost her marbles.
And now that St. Patrick’s Day is over, I headed up to Shampoodle in the city to dye my hair back to its original color. Don’t worry Mohawk McClover fans (assuming there’s more than one of you), he’ll be back again next March.