To my surprise, I got a letter from Chip in the mail. He said I get a “Good Sport Award.” So basically, he’s congratulating me for losing the tournament.
The bulletin board confirmed that Avery won the tournament with his 41-inch sea bass.
Another bulletin warned of a large snowstorm tomorrow. In fact, that’s a bit misleading. The ground won’t be covered in snow until the 11th, which is Tuesday.
I took the bus to the city and checked out the new emotions at the theater.
I then returned to Forest and watered my flowers. Along the way, I found one new black rose.
I tried to talk to Bob, but he said he had nothing to say, and wanted me to choose the topic of discussion. Of course, there is no way I can actually do that.
