Rolf approached me tonight and offered me the moon. Literally. He gave it to me, for free! Wow! Thanks, Rolf!
That snowman in the background was my next stop. I rolled his eyes for him, and he rolled a #20. It was a number that I needed, but it still didn’t complete a bingo. And even though the snowman won’t say it, it gave me the equivalent of a “quadruple ding.” I’m one number away from a bingo in four different ways now.
There was another igloo set up at the campsite today, and Jacques the bird was inside. I don’t mind having a full town this time, because I wouldn’t have wanted him to move in anyway.
Over by my western bridge, Sprinkle must have seen the full moon in my pants. She wanted me to give her the moon…for a banana. The moon for a banana? You crazy.
Instead, I took the moon up to Re-Tail, where Reese paid me 8,000 bells for it. Psh. A banana.
Down on the beach, I found Gulliver, the unconscious seagull.
I woke him up, and he was talking about some spicy soup called tom yum kung. I figured out that he was going to Thailand, so he’ll be sending me a gift from there tomorrow.
