I got up late today. Really late. I must have tired myself out watching Mable and Sable for so long yesterday. No matter, I will just write down what happened earlier today, when it was actually still Sunday!
I was determined to catch a wasp for most of the day, but after my third glorious fail I gave up and started fishing instead - fishing, the one thing I seem to be truly great at. I managed to catch a couple of new exhibits for the Museum too; I hooked an octopus (is it really a fish...?) and a yellow perch. I was really chuffed with these two beauties. I should make Blathers give me money for them though, it seems as if I'm the only person contributing to the displays.
You know that shovel I stupidly lost the other day? I went to the lost and found department, but this proved unsuccessful, and so I dismissed it from my mind and went in search of fossils. I discovered a dinosaur egg which is good enough, but when I stuck my spade into a patch of cracked ground, I struck something hard and metallic; that's right - It was my beloved shovel! I knew it was mine since I had scrawled my name on it the instant I bought it. Yet it was different. For some reason, being buried underground has turned it into a solid gold shovel. That's right, GOLD! I though "Aw Mah Gawd I'm RICH!" and excitedly hurried over to Nook's to sell it for a heap o' bells.
Nook wouldn't buy it though. He certainly wasn't willing to pay my asking price of 1,000,000 bells anyway, which seems strange. I mean, it was SOLID GOLD! I suppose these animals are more worried about having enough provisions to get them through the winter (I know tanooki's may not hibernate, but I was certain hedgehogs did...?).
Visited the new neighbour to see how he was settling in. As soon as I heard there was a new neighbour I had hoped it might be another human, but it just turned out to be a dog. A dog with many bandages wrapped around his whole body. I had to stop myself laughing when he told me his name.
"Lucky".
I am quite sure I was able to disguise my guffaw as a cough sufficiently though. He seemed like a nice guy though, and even offered to sell me a piece of furniture. I refused, and so he just gave it to me for FREE!
I was determined to catch a wasp for most of the day, but after my third glorious fail I gave up and started fishing instead - fishing, the one thing I seem to be truly great at. I managed to catch a couple of new exhibits for the Museum too; I hooked an octopus (is it really a fish...?) and a yellow perch. I was really chuffed with these two beauties. I should make Blathers give me money for them though, it seems as if I'm the only person contributing to the displays.
You know that shovel I stupidly lost the other day? I went to the lost and found department, but this proved unsuccessful, and so I dismissed it from my mind and went in search of fossils. I discovered a dinosaur egg which is good enough, but when I stuck my spade into a patch of cracked ground, I struck something hard and metallic; that's right - It was my beloved shovel! I knew it was mine since I had scrawled my name on it the instant I bought it. Yet it was different. For some reason, being buried underground has turned it into a solid gold shovel. That's right, GOLD! I though "Aw Mah Gawd I'm RICH!" and excitedly hurried over to Nook's to sell it for a heap o' bells.

Nook wouldn't buy it though. He certainly wasn't willing to pay my asking price of 1,000,000 bells anyway, which seems strange. I mean, it was SOLID GOLD! I suppose these animals are more worried about having enough provisions to get them through the winter (I know tanooki's may not hibernate, but I was certain hedgehogs did...?).
Visited the new neighbour to see how he was settling in. As soon as I heard there was a new neighbour I had hoped it might be another human, but it just turned out to be a dog. A dog with many bandages wrapped around his whole body. I had to stop myself laughing when he told me his name.
"Lucky".
I am quite sure I was able to disguise my guffaw as a cough sufficiently though. He seemed like a nice guy though, and even offered to sell me a piece of furniture. I refused, and so he just gave it to me for FREE!
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I went to the city today. I visited some shop set up by someone called Gracie. Anyway, there was a hedgehog there called Labelle, who I suspect is related to the sisters in my hometown. How disappointing their mother must have been to discover ALL her children have become employed in the fashion industry. Unless she's one of those types that "mould" their offspring into their own image.
Once again I went to see Brewster after donating fossils and fish to the museum. He is such an intriguing character - those small beady eyes which seem to hide something behind their darkness. I bought a coffee (Mem. do not buy his coffee ever again - it burns, it burns) and he actually spoke! He never spoke before (not much anyhow).
Before you ask, "no" Tom Nook did not have anything new to sell in the useful items section. I wrote a letter to him illustrating my rage and disappointment as a faithful customer. Threatened to take my patronage elsewhere (Mem. there is nowhere else to buy useful stuff. *sigh* I hope he doesn't realize it is an empty threat).
Something must be wrong at my parents' house - my Mum just sent me 5,000 bells in the post... She never gives me money.
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I have reason to believe that Mable may be beating her sister. Think about it. She never takes her eyes off her. This would make sense since she would be ready to discipline her if she did anything "naughty", and she would be able to ensure she couldn't give someone a sign for help. Also, the victim, Sable, never speaks - possibly out of fear of another lashing from her sis? Plus, she always seems frightened when I directly speak to her, which is understandable since she is afraid I get her into trouble. You know, I have a mind to go to the police about this. Just need some solid evidence of my accusations. I will keep investigating this matter.


