Another Wish
Who am I?
I’ve been working on some costume ideas, but I just can’t make up my mind. I want to stand out and I don’t want to be the same thing as everyone else so I’ve got to think outside the box. I’ve still got a lot of time, but I’m afraid that I’ll never encounter that inspiration.
In the late afternoon I was strolling through town and stumbled upon a very familiar rusty old lamp. Wisp must have lost it again. Being the kind, considerate person I am I stayed up to return the little guy’s possession.
How do you lose your home?
I was grateful for Wisp’s mistake because tonight was the meteor shower and I would have gone to bed early if I didn’t have to stay up waiting for him.
Certainly going to be one of the most memorable nights of Fall.
I finally heard him calling near the shore.
Helloooooo Wisp.
Instead of returning him home, I returned his home 0.o
Just like last time, he promised me a wish and then returned to the inside of his lamp. I decided to hang onto his lamp until a time when I better needed a wish.
X-treme Chess
Chess is a game of skill and strength, at least in the mind’s case. If you want to make it just as taxing for your body then you should consider shopping at Nookingtons where giant chess pieces are for sale.
Who buys this stuff?
Being part of a hick town, we really grow to appreciate the little bits of technology that are set up.
Automatic Bell Dispenser is a bit misleading. You have to have Bells for it to dispense Bells.
Miranda seems pretty appreciative of the ABD. She’s spends oodles of Bells in the city on cosmetics and hair products so I’m not surprised that she’s a big fan of the ABD. It makes the transfer of funds quick and easy. For some reason, I doubt that Tortimer was responsible for setting it up.
X-treme Chess
Chess is a game of skill and strength, at least in the mind’s case. If you want to make it just as taxing for your body then you should consider shopping at Nookingtons where giant chess pieces are for sale.
Who buys this stuff?
Being part of a hick town, we really grow to appreciate the little bits of technology that are set up.
Automatic Bell Dispenser is a bit misleading. You have to have Bells for it to dispense Bells.
Miranda seems pretty appreciative of the ABD. She’s spends oodles of Bells in the city on cosmetics and hair products so I’m not surprised that she’s a big fan of the ABD. It makes the transfer of funds quick and easy. For some reason, I doubt that Tortimer was responsible for setting it up.
Bury a Shovel?
Grizzly has always been one to got to for advice. He’s just a logical powerhouse full of wisdom. It’s probably because he spends so much time in his house out in the middle of the woods. He’s not one to strike up a conversation, but he’ll talk; all you’ve got to do is ask.
Today Grizzly said one of the most illogical things though. We were talking about tools and how they always needed to be replaced. He said that there might be some tools which never wore down. I told him it was impossible, but he instead proposed that I bury my shovel in the ground…
What's the point? I'll just be wasting money on another shovel to bury that shovel with.
Maybe Grizzly didn’t get enough sleep. I left him, pondering his own thoughts, and didn’t think about what he’d said again.
A Day of Nostalgia
In the country you start to lose touch of what the rest of society is doing. There’s always new lingo and slang popping up in the city. Sometimes I feel a little left out, but overall I enjoy the trade-off of living in the country side. If there’s one animal in Halcyon that still likes to stay caught up with the city lingo, it’s Gladys. She’s always spewing little phrases that I have no clue about.
I just laugh and pretend like I know what she's talking about.
Hm, It sounded like she was talking about computers. The only computer I ever had was my family’s when I was younger. It was the slowest thing and would always crash. I’ve thought about investing in a computer, but in the country there is no connection to the world so there isn’t really a point.
The cool Autumn air has got me craving some hot cider. On cold Fall evenings back at home my mom would heat up some cider and serve it to me in bed. I love the stuff, but apparently not as much as Kitty.
There'd be a sticky on you that would last a month.
I’ve freed up a enough time in my schedule to consider competing in this month’s HRA theme. I went to the city to see what it was.
What a perfect theme for the month of October which is bringing back countless memories of my youth.
Now I just need to capture some of the most prominent memories of my childhood with my interior design skills. This should be a challenge.
Preparation Begins
I wonder how Halcyon looks from a birds view passing over. I’m sure it can be difficult to see through the trees in some areas, but most of the houses lie right on the path with few of them looming overhead. I can imagine a brown spotted alligator sitting on a rock next to the river, casting his fishing rod into the moving water. On the beach, a duck with bright pink hair picks up shells, her webbed feet imprinting little triangle-like shapes in the sand. Over the shop you can see an older raccoon in a suite instructing two younger raccoons who are unloading boxes from the back of a truck. I see a shady figure slowly approaching a yellow roofed house where a human sleeps. And then I wake up…!
It’s October! The familiar golden twinkling of sunlight on the little Bells of an outstretched hand or paw has now coated many of Halcyon‘s trees. Opening the front door is like taking a step outside into a land of riches and rustic colors that seemed to have jumped straight out of the Museum’s paintings.
The mail had arrived and along with the usual there was a particularly decorative stationary that read:
I want that stationary!
I had nearly forgotten about this month’s biggest event; Halloween! I remember planning weeks in advance to get the perfect costume ready for trick-or-treat. Living in Sublime, we never really celebrated Halloween so I it has been years since I’ve dressed up for that night. This year I plan on coming up with the craziest costume in Halcyon. I just need some inspiration for the perfect idea.
It's about time we get some sweets here in Halcyon.
Even the department store is preparing for Halloween with their month long sale of candy. Now it’s just a matter of keeping my sweet tooth at bay so I still have some candy left over for trick-or-treaters on Halloween.
My neighbors have begun preparing for this month’s holidays as well. I’ve never seen Fang more lively.
It'll be funny to see the old guy dressed up and running around on a hunt for candy.
We’ve got a whole month to wait, but Halcyon is going to be one big party!
A Painted Secret
September’s rustic gaze is lifted tonight as the beginning of October draws near. I still had a lot left on my plate from this month so I got up this morning and got right to work.
Jambette is a hard worker. She is always in busy-body mode except for a couple days in the summer when she grew ill. I see Jambette as a role model. I keep pushing my productivity, trying to achieve her level. Thinking about this fact today, I realized that I have many different role models for different things. It really helps to have someone to look up to. You can easily look and say, “Look, they can do it, why can’t I.”
I saw spotted Jambette by the bridge where Pascal was hanging around looking up at the cloudy, grey sky.
Where has Christi been all this time? I never see her.
I guess Jambette has a role model as well. I wish I knew a little more about Christi. I’ll have to send her a letter and see what she’s up to.
I have a lot more respect for archaeologists since I began working for the Museum. Digging around in the dirt all day is backbreaking work. I’ve been spending a lot of time looking for the last piece to one of the fossil exhibits, but to not avail. I’m afraid I won’t find it before the ground freezes this fall. On top of that, the leaves have started to fall which makes spotting possible fossil locations really tough. As I walk, I kick the leaves around to get a clearer view.
Today while I was kicking around by the roots of a tree I hit something loose and it flew out from under the brush. It was a long wooden rectangle like a picture frame. I flipped it over to find that it was a painting; a rather scary painting at that. I picked it up and took it over to the Museum to see if the curator knew anything about it.
On my way I saw Teddy with his net out, peering into the distance. As I got closer, I saw him stop and his little head started bobbing up and down. He was sniffing the air as I drew near. I said hello and asked him how he was doing, but he ignored my greeting and asked how much I wanted for my red snapper. I stared blankly at him when I realized that I did indeed have a red snapper on me from fishing earlier. I guess snapper is Teddy’s favorite seafood and he was planning on saving some to have later that night.
I guess, It saves me a trip to the shop.
At the Museum, Blathers seemed quite baffled with the painting I had found. He said it wasn’t from an artist he knew, but the Museum would be happy to accept something like it for visitors to see. Of course, I can’t say no to that sort of swift inquire so I let Blathers take the painting. As I handed the fragile piece over, his eyes peered down at the painting, focusing on it carefully and he let out a subtle, yet surprised oh!
“There seems to be a message from the artist here,” he informed. Blathers went ahead and read it out loud, “He who seeks the treats through toil, take the sweets to Jack the royal.”
The message was scratched into the bottom left corner.
I looked over at the scratched writing and then back up at Blathers who shrugged and said it sounded like a riddle. He thanked for the donation and turned to set it up in the art exhibit as I set off to finish today’s list of to-dos. While I worked I wondered about the artist’s message. Typically, people don’t just right pretty little riddles like that for nothing. I wonder if it really is some type of instruction. Blathers said the painting was very old so perhaps the riddle’s author had passed away.
My work was done and it was time to get some sleep. Tomorrow begins a new month!
