And so begins a week back on the stalk market. I haven’t missed much – Nook offered me a paltry 75 bells for my turnips, so I murdered his nephews and put their severed heads in his bed. Mhuhahahahahahaha!
Actually, Nook went on about not being able to tell Timmy and Tommy apart, and ranted about one of them asking twice for his salary. Tch.
Frobert is still trying to move out. I made a vague attempt to get him to stay, but didn’t really try very hard. He can go now. I want some new animals anyway.