Salty Ocean Food

On Wednesday, I received Maelle’s goodbye letter in the mail. I can’t say I’ll miss the ugly duckling.

Au revoir, Jeff! I'm leaving town! I wanted it to be a big mystery, but I'm actually just bored. See ya. I'm out! -From, Maelle

I found Pascal in town, so I listened to his words of his wisdom: He said that living in the ocean means he never has to salt his food. 😛

Pascal: Living in the ocean means never having to salt your food, man.

He gave me some sea view wallpaper, jumped into the ocean, and swam away.

Butch asked for a new catchphrase to replace “woowoo,” which he learned from Deena. I told him to say “bark bark” instead.

Butch: ...Bark bark! Isn't that a little too cheerful for me?

Wolfgang was sick with a cold, so I gave him some medicine yesterday and then again today.

As I was talking to Peanut tonight, a shooting star flew overhead. Unfortunately, you can’t make a wish during a conversation, so I was out of luck. And no other shooting stars flew by during my session. Shoot.

Saharah was in town, and she asked me to make deliveries to Tom Nook and Phyllis.

Saharah: You will take it to Tom Nook, yes? Many thanks to you, friend!

When I was done, Saharah offered me a ringside seating or a lunar surface. Since I knew for sure that I already had a lunar surface, I asked for the ringside seating.

I caught a hammerhead shark in the ocean, and I think that was my third one in September alone! I don’t know why I’m seeing so many lately when I didn’t spot that many in the summer, but I’ll take it. 😛

Maelle’s replacement has not moved in yet, but I’ll be sure to find out who it is next week. Hope to see you then!