Another fishing tournament was held today, and I got the news from Chip (after the tourney was over, of course). He told me it was a black bass-only tournament, and Roscoe was the winner with a 22.2-inch catch.
At 8:00 tonight, I dropped into the Roost to check out the Saturday night show. K.K. performed K.K. D & B for me; that’s the song he played for me in New Horizons last week. (But the song title is spaced out more in this game.)
Curly asked me to look for some clocky furniture for him, and I agreed to help. So he told me to go on and “get into gear.” đ I don’t know if this pun was intentional or a coincidence, but I appreciated it all the same.
But even though I intended to help Curly out, I was having trouble locating a clock. I checked the recycle bin, the lost-and-found, and my house. (The only clocks I had in storage were ones belonging to seasonal sets, that can’t be reordered. And I didn’t want to break up my collection for a simple favor.)
However, I knew there would be two items hidden in trees, so I went around town shaking trees. But when you deal with trees, you also deal with bees. I caught the first one I encountered, but the 2nd one stung me. As for the furniture items, I found a tiki torch and a reel-to-reel. It looks like Curly won’t be getting his clock any time soon.
When I spoke with Tom, he reacted to my swollen, bee-stung face. He told me not to run into an angry swarm of bees, or Jerry. đ
It’s been months since I gave Tom that catchphrase, and I think this is the first time it truly worked out well. Better late than never!
