Yet again I’m left at the end of the week with a big pile of turnips to sell and Nook offering a laughably low price for them – 67 bells each today. Stupid racoon.
Didn’t sell. I can’t do much worse than that. Instead, I talked to my animals, handed out more furniture and clothing (although I still don’t have a skull shirt or the knit thing Nan wants), and bumped into Wendell. I gave him another red turnip, and he gave me another turban.
