Yesterday, Becky gave me a birdcage. Maybe she upgraded to a larger cage and didn’t need her old one any more.
And tonight was the night of the harvest moon, or “autumn moon” as it’s known in City Folk. Tortimer was out by town hall, giving out wheat bundles.
It’s not the most exciting gift, unfortunately.
Rowan was telling me that Tortimer seemed all amped up today, tearing it up since this morning.
To which I responded: “Him?”
I went around town to water my flowers on this cool September night. Of course, I took the time to look up at the harvest moon.
