It was raining in town today, and that’s very helpful now that I have flower gardens. No watering required!
I saw a large fish shadow in the river, so I fished it out. Surprise, surprise: It was my first arapaima!
Just two more fish to go now! I took it over to the museum to donate it, and Blathers told me how they used to be common, but now they’re rare.
Then he started getting deep…or overdramatic, depending on how you look at it.
When I visited Rocco, he complained that I haven’t been coming around like I used to. Oh, really? He said it has been two weeks since we talked…so apparently I missed talking to him last week. No big loss there.
Jeremiah had his furniture all packed up in boxes, and he was all set to move out of town. But after just one attempt, I got him to reconsider. He knows he didn’t really want to leave me.
Crazy Redd was in town, but I didn’t need what he was selling.
If your painting is quaint, then shopping, I ain’t.
Today, Crazy Redd had a flowery painting for sale. That’s one painting that I still need for the museum, so I quickly snapped it up.
“Yes, yes?” You’re not Tom Nook.
But my excitement quickly fizzled away when Blathers informed me that it was a forgery. I was quite disappointed.
When I visited Jeremiah, he told me that he was feeling better now. He thanked me for the medicine I took him last week, and he rewarded me with some cabana flooring.
I found a dig spot, and I dug up a pitfall seed. But as I was holding it up, Bree came walking towards me. And that gave me an idea. 😛
So I buried it near her…but then she started walking in a different direction. I tried pushing her, but I wasn’t getting anywhere. I moved the pitfall seed to another location, and again tried pushing her into it. But she went another way, and again, the pushing wasn’t helping. It seems more difficult to push animals around in Wild World compared to City Folk. This is why I may not ever make a Pitfall Pandemonium type video for Wild World.
So I gave up, and I went to go dig up the pitfall seed. But before I could, poor Rosie came by and walked right into it!
I spoke to her, and she didn’t seem mad about the pitfall. Instead, she told me how she was excited to find a fossil the other day.
So she took it to Blathers, but he told her that it wasn’t a real fossil. It was made out of plastic!
Rosie got angry, and she wondered who buried a plastic fossil just to trick her and break her heart.
The worst part is that she blamed me for it! It’s very uncharacteristic for Rosie to be so rude, angry, and…mean.
At this point, I was glad she fell into the pitfall. She earned it.
Kiki asked me to catch a salmon for her. Even though it was an uphill battle, I caught one for her. She thanked me by giving me an exotic screen.
Still no hybrids in my flower garden, but I’m not giving up. See you next time!
Yesterday, I got a letter from Boondox in the mail. They informed me that my donation was used to build an arcade. The bad news is that they only have Donkey Kong so far. 😛
They attached a purple feather to the letter. I promptly put it in my hair.
I saved Curly from moving out, and then I bought medicine for Jeremiah, who was sick with a cold.
Today, I again gave Jeremiah some medicine. And in Nookington’s, Timmy and Tommy were apparently having a sale on barrels today. 😛
Is this Nookington’s or Barrels ‘R’ Us? It was the brown drum, the red drum, and the haz-mat barrel. Not much variety today. 😛
When I visited Rocco, he was talking about the size of my house. He thought there would be canyon-like echoes in a house that size, so he wanted to come over and sing to me all night long!
Please don’t.
The salmon are in season now that it’s September, so I’ve been seeing lots of large fish shadows in the river. But the salmon (700 bells), and even the king salmon (1,800 bells), aren’t super valuable compared to most large river fish, so it ends up being a bit disappointing when you keep catching lots of them.
I bought some more flowers to plant by my house, and I’ve accumulated quite a lot of them now. Still no hybrids, but I’m not giving up.