Katrina’s tent was set up outside of town hall today, so I ventured inside to get my fortune told. She started telling me a story about a faceless cat looking inside of a cave. That sounds like Blanca.
But as usual, her story quickly dissolved into a nonsensical jumble of words that don’t really say anything. The cat could give up, but she cannot. Happiness may come my way, or it may not. And then she took my money.
But the “fortune” was apparently more of a curse than a prediction. Because I fell flat on my face, right next to Margie. How embarrassing! 😛
Benedict asked for a new catchphrase, and I told him to say “buhk buhk.” That’s what Hank says in the GameCube game.
Antonio (again) wanted to compete to see who could catch a monarch butterfly first. He said it would be a hot workout, up his nose.
Monarchs aren’t out this time of night, so I declined the offer (as tempting as that was, haha). He’ll have to sniff out his own butterflies and quit trying to bait me into joining an unwinnable contest.
A message on the bulletin board informed me that the acorn festival starts on Monday. I’ll be sure to check it out next week, on whichever day I end up playing.
Mathilda was looking forward to the festival, and she said the fact that we pick up acorns for fun, just proves to her how peaceful this town really is.
But the way she threw that “er” in there made me wonder if she was going to use a different word instead of peaceful. Like boring, perhaps? Hmm…
Good luck with the acorn festival, everyone! See you next week!