<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481778502955033638</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:59:04.223-07:00</updated><category term='Lucky'/><category term='tailors'/><category term='wasps'/><category term='pill bug'/><category term='mole-cricket'/><category term='fish'/><category term='koi'/><category term='bugs'/><category term='Labelle'/><category term='yellow perch'/><category term='brewster'/><category term='gyroids'/><category term='octopus'/><category term='museum'/><category term='goby'/><category term='owl'/><category term='Mable'/><category term='golden shovel'/><category term='snowman'/><category term='shovel'/><category term='tanooki'/><category term='Blathers'/><category term='city'/><category term='fossils'/><category term='bug-catching net'/><category term='Sable'/><category term='Gracie'/><category term='watering can'/><category term='floating parcels'/><category term='bells'/><category term='cafe'/><category term='cat'/><category term='bus'/><category term='nook'/><category term='work'/><category term='fishing rod'/><title type='text'>Dera Noo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymooseanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481778502955033638/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymooseanimal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymoose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087034958616168630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNdEULJpaXY/SVesUHc9xCI/AAAAAAAAADY/8F04qoNQRNs/S220/Kammy+Lee.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481778502955033638.post-6573195702379038135</id><published>2008-12-28T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:11:47.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Labelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golden shovel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='octopus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yellow perch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fossils'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brewster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blathers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracie'/><title type='text'>Aw. Mah. Gawd. It's... Golden!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I got up late today. Really late. I must have tired myself out watching Mable and Sable for so long yesterday. No matter, I will just write down what happened earlier today, when it was actually still Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I was determined to catch a wasp for most of the day, but after my third glorious fail I gave up and started fishing instead - fishing, the one thing I seem to be truly great at. I managed to catch a couple of new exhibits for the Museum too; I hooked an octopus (is it really a fish...?) and a yellow perch. I was really chuffed with these two beauties. I should make Blathers give me money for them though, it seems as if I'm the only person contributing to the displays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You know that shovel I stupidly lost the other day? I went to the lost and found department, but this proved unsuccessful, and so I dismissed it from my mind and went in search of fossils. I discovered a dinosaur egg which is good enough, but when I stuck my spade into a patch of cracked ground, I struck something hard and metallic; that's right - It was my beloved shovel! I knew it was mine since I had scrawled my name on it the instant I bought it. Yet it was different. For some reason, being buried underground has turned it into a solid gold shovel. That's right, GOLD! I though "Aw Mah Gawd I'm RICH!" and excitedly hurried over to Nook's to sell it for a heap o' bells. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285044398781265138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNdEULJpaXY/SVg_4RuGdPI/AAAAAAAAADw/F5vyw3aHpsY/s320/golden+shovel.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Nook wouldn't buy it though. He certainly wasn't willing to pay my asking price of 1,000,000 bells anyway, which seems strange. I mean, it was SOLID GOLD! I suppose these animals are more worried about having enough provisions to get them through the winter (I know tanooki's may not hibernate, but I was certain hedgehogs did...?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Visited the new neighbour to see how he was settling in. As soon as I heard there was a new neighbour I had hoped it might be another human, but it just turned out to be a dog. A dog with many bandages wrapped around his whole body. I had to stop myself laughing when he told me his name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Lucky".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am quite sure I was able to disguise my guffaw as a cough sufficiently though. He seemed like a nice guy though, and even offered to sell me a piece of furniture. I refused, and so he just gave it to me for FREE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;*****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I went to the city today. I visited some shop set up by someone called Gracie. Anyway, there was a hedgehog there called Labelle, who I suspect is related to the sisters in my hometown. How disappointing their mother must have been to discover ALL her children have become employed in the fashion industry. Unless she's one of those types that "mould" their offspring into their own image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Once again I went to see Brewster after donating fossils and fish to the museum. He is such an intriguing character - those small beady eyes which seem to hide something behind their darkness. I bought a coffee (Mem. do not buy his coffee ever again - it burns, it burns) and he actually spoke! He never spoke before (not much anyhow).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Before you ask, "no" Tom Nook did not have anything new to sell in the useful items section. I wrote a letter to him illustrating my rage and disappointment as a faithful customer. Threatened to take my patronage elsewhere (Mem. there is nowhere else to buy useful stuff. *sigh* I hope he doesn't realize it is an empty threat).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Something must be wrong at my parents' house - my Mum just sent me 5,000 bells in the post... She never gives me money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;I have reason to believe that Mable may be beating her sister. Think about it. She never takes her eyes off her. This would make sense since she would be ready to discipline her if she did anything "naughty", and she would be able to ensure she couldn't give someone a sign for help. Also, the victim, Sable, never speaks - possibly out of fear of another lashing from her sis? Plus, she always seems frightened when I directly speak to her, which is understandable since she is afraid I get her into trouble. You know, I have a mind to go to the police about this. Just need some solid evidence of my accusations. I will keep investigating this matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481778502955033638-6573195702379038135?l=anonymooseanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymooseanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/6573195702379038135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anonymooseanimal.blogspot.com/2008/12/aw-mah-gawd-its-golden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481778502955033638/posts/default/6573195702379038135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481778502955033638/posts/default/6573195702379038135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymooseanimal.blogspot.com/2008/12/aw-mah-gawd-its-golden.html' title='Aw. Mah. Gawd. It&apos;s... Golden!'/><author><name>Anonymoose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087034958616168630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNdEULJpaXY/SVesUHc9xCI/AAAAAAAAADY/8F04qoNQRNs/S220/Kammy+Lee.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNdEULJpaXY/SVg_4RuGdPI/AAAAAAAAADw/F5vyw3aHpsY/s72-c/golden+shovel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481778502955033638.post-2607578635655894814</id><published>2008-12-27T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T18:40:10.246-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gyroids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watering can'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shovel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pill bug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='koi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fossils'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mole-cricket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wasps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brewster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishing rod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cafe'/><title type='text'>Outrage at Nook's Cranny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well, what can I say? It was about 5pm, and I had just finished doing my morning fishing and bug-catching (caught a koi, black bass, freshwater goby, mole-cricket and a pill bug), so decided it was time to visit Nook and see what merchandise he had to sell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;WHAT AN OUTRAGE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;He had no new useful items for me to buy, instead only displaying the same shovel, watering can and fishing rod as he had been yesterday, and the rest of the stuff on display were all rubbish in my opinion. Well, naturally I gave him a cold hard stare, but thought it best not to say anything - he is in charge of my mortgage, after all. Once I had calmed down a bit, I bought the shovel, thinking it would be good to keep a spare just in case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I have begun a new hobby to keep me from going mad in this strange town - designing clothes! It's so much fun and doesn't cost a penny for Mable to put it on display. This means that, provided my designing is eye-catching and interesting, the animals will soon be wearing my very own work on their clothes! I find this very cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am shocked by the amount of fossils I have found over the past few days. They are just &lt;em&gt;everywhere&lt;/em&gt;! This town is an archaeological wonder. There seem to be new fossils every day, and I am sure they are sometimes in the same places I have dug before... Anyway, Blathers was very happy when I gave them to him to check out, as they were all parts of dinosaurs previously unseen by the museum. I was quite proud that it was me who found them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Fossils are not the only thing of interest lurking below the earth in Dera Noo though; I have managed to unearth about three strange ancient artifacts. They look like statues from some old civilization, and make odd noises, and even shift about when turned on. But they do not use any form of batteries, so I do not know how they make these sounds. All I do know is that if someone were to find out the way in which these things run, the economy would benefit greatly. As for the name of these curious relics? I shall call them - Gyroids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284665034878570018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNdEULJpaXY/SVbm2ZDdTiI/AAAAAAAAACw/TnpsH5M3ZS0/s320/gyroid.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Something strange has happened. I cannot think how, but I have lost my shovel. Well, I guess it is only lucky that I bought that spare, so I can continue digging up stuff after all. Yet this is not the strange thing; the fact I had my spare spade handy didn't prevent me from taking out my anger for losing the other one on my surroundings. I started smashing every rock in sight with my garden tool, and something amazing happened. Money just started spewing out of it. It was unclear to me how this was occurring, but I just kept on whacking it to see how much came out. In the end over 6,000 bells were lying around the rock, which I happily pocketed. Finders Keepers after all. I just wish I knew where my other shovel went...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I also find that bells often fall from trees when I shake them too. However, I have learned to be careful after I got chased by those rotten wasps. Now I am always prepared to run to the nearest house and pray the front door isn't locked. This usually isn't a problem, for the animals that live here are surprisingly (or foolishly?) trusting of their neighbours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I paid a visit to the cafe in the museum at about 8pm, and was pleased to see Brewster had finally gotten some entertainment in. His name is KK. Slider, and he is a musician. I sat down and listened to him strum his guitar and sing in some language unknown to me. It was a catchy song indeed, and I was incredibly happy after it because he gave me a copy! Well, I rushed home straight away to add it to my collection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I didn't actually notice when I left my home this morning, but somehow, the alterations to my house that I agreed with Nooky to have made are already in place! The first floor is a lot larger than before, giving me more space to put more furniture. Yippee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I received a letter from Tank today. There was a present attached - some god-awful wallpaper which I immediately sold to Nooky. Just hope he does not pop round for a visit and notice this. It is interesting how much attention he is paying me lately, actually; Every time I see him when wandering about he will rush towards me and talk to me, and also if I catch a fish he always seems to be there, applauding me. It is more than a bit unnerving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have revisited the Able Sisters' shop to study there behaviour. Luckily, they did not seem to notice my entering, and so I was able to hide behind a rack of clothes and observe them with ease. What I found was interesting to say the least; I must have stayed in my hiding spot for over 4 hours, but not once did I witness them interact with each other! AT ALL! Sable just sat there, sewing and sewing, whilst her sister... Well, she didn't seem to be doing anything except walking around a bit. I think she was keeping a close eye on Sable, though. I will have to continue further investigation on this pair of 'hogs to find out the reason for this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481778502955033638-2607578635655894814?l=anonymooseanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymooseanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/2607578635655894814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anonymooseanimal.blogspot.com/2008/12/outrage-at-nooks-cranny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481778502955033638/posts/default/2607578635655894814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481778502955033638/posts/default/2607578635655894814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymooseanimal.blogspot.com/2008/12/outrage-at-nooks-cranny.html' title='Outrage at Nook&apos;s Cranny'/><author><name>Anonymoose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087034958616168630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNdEULJpaXY/SVesUHc9xCI/AAAAAAAAADY/8F04qoNQRNs/S220/Kammy+Lee.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNdEULJpaXY/SVbm2ZDdTiI/AAAAAAAAACw/TnpsH5M3ZS0/s72-c/gyroid.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481778502955033638.post-8573060159263855435</id><published>2008-12-26T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T20:12:29.986-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watering can'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tailors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shovel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bells'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='floating parcels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fossils'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishing rod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='owl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blathers'/><title type='text'>Item Get!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I woke up late today for some reason. Usually I get up so early. Anyway, after getting up, I walked about for a bit, then remembered I was going to go to Nook's Cranny and check if there were any items to catch those pesky floating packages with. No such luck; All Nooky had to offer in the "useful items" section was a watering can, fishing rod (both of which I already possess) and a shovel. Although I was a bit disappointed at his lack of useful items, the shovel seemed like a bargain - 500 bells - so I bought that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284317486216263442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNdEULJpaXY/SVWqwZZONxI/AAAAAAAAACo/jnbI47pyl4o/s320/fossils.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;First thing I did after leaving Nook's was search for anything I could dig up. I hadn't raised my hopes, so imagine my surprise when I found &lt;em&gt;fossils&lt;/em&gt; buried here and there in the town. I was surprised I only needed to dig up such a small amount of earth in order to extract them. What's strange is that wherever there was something buried underground, there were cracks on the surface. I took a mental note of this to make finding fossils easier. What's even more peculiar is that I was able to fit them in my pockets before handing them over to Blathers, the sole worker at the museum. He is an amazing person, despite the fact he is an owl, and was able to tell me exactly what I had dug up in a matter of &lt;em&gt;seconds&lt;/em&gt;! SECONDS!! In the end, he took them off my hands and put them on display for all the residents of Dera Noo to observe. If I may say, the museum was a laughing stock before I showed up, with NO EXHIBITS on show. However, I have already in my two days living here been able to add bugs, fish, and fossils to it, making it a bit more presentable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Back to my debt for a para; I have managed to pay off my mortgage in full! I was so pleased, I went to tell Nooky the good news, and have now somehow acquired an even larger debt. This happened because I greedily accepted his offer of a bigger house. But my current one is just so small... I have decided, since I need no food or water, I would have too much money on me and nothing to spend it on, so in a way it is quite sensible to make my home more habitable. I make quite a lot of bells by selling fish and such anyway, so it's not as if the mortgage will be a problem to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I went to the local tailor's shop for the first time yesterday. I thought nothing of it at the time, but after visiting a second time today, I feel that there is something just a little strange about the women working there, apart from their being hedgehogs, of course. Why do I think this? Well, one of them - Mable, I think her name is - was very extroverted and encouraged me to buy or make a design, whereas the other one - was her name... Sable? - was the pure opposite, never speaking, never moving, just sitting at that sewing machine all the time; I intend to investigate these two very carefully over the next few days in order to find out more about them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481778502955033638-8573060159263855435?l=anonymooseanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymooseanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/8573060159263855435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anonymooseanimal.blogspot.com/2008/12/item-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481778502955033638/posts/default/8573060159263855435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481778502955033638/posts/default/8573060159263855435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymooseanimal.blogspot.com/2008/12/item-get.html' title='Item Get!!!'/><author><name>Anonymoose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087034958616168630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNdEULJpaXY/SVesUHc9xCI/AAAAAAAAADY/8F04qoNQRNs/S220/Kammy+Lee.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNdEULJpaXY/SVWqwZZONxI/AAAAAAAAACo/jnbI47pyl4o/s72-c/fossils.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481778502955033638.post-6950391120531209307</id><published>2008-12-25T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T19:44:51.135-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watering can'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tanooki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishing rod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bells'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bug-catching net'/><title type='text'>New Hometown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am so confused. I remember going to sleep in my comfortable and familiar bed, thinking about what I would do when I woke up the next day. I didn't have any dreams, but I don't think I have ever had any, in my whole life, now that I think about it... When I did wake up, I was no longer in my bed, and there was sun blinding my eyes. Looking around, I saw that I was sitting on a bus. I had no idea how I had gotten there, but tried to remain calm anyway. Still feeling disorientated, I suddenly heard a voice from my left-hand side. Turning my head, I was surprised to see that it was a mere cat that had spoken. It didn't look like an ordinary cat however. This one was humanoid in shape, but had cat-like qualities; the tail, the eyes, the ears, etc. The cat told me his name was "Rover", and then asked me where I was headed. Slightly unsure about this, I just made up a name in order to answer the question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Dera Noo," I told him. After a few minutes, the bus came to an abrupt halt, and I was left with no option but to vacate the vehicle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;After walking off of the bus and onto the soft ground of Dera Noo, I made my way to the Town Hall, as instructed to do by Rover. Once there, I was informed that there were four houses available to buy, and this gave me a new mission; to find the one I liked most. I decided to buy the one nearest the local store, purely for convenience. It turns out the owner of the store, "Nook's Cranny", which was Tom Nook, also dealt with property sales. He greeted me, but I couldn't help staring at him. You see, he was an animal, but he could talk! I think he was a Tanooki (bit like a raccoon in appearance). He sold me the house and I began working for him to pay off my mortgage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;He didn't give me any demanding work, and all I ended up doing was delivering some letters and items to the residents of the town, and also planting flowers outside his shop. After doing these simple errands, I was no longer needed, and I retired early. I have not finished paying off my mortgage, though. I guess I will have to find some other way to culminate the cash I require. This shouldn't be too hard, since I haven't gotten the urge to eat or drink since waking up today. I can't think of an explanation for this, but it does mean I can sell the fruit I pick from the trees instead of wasting them on myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;*******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I have been picking and selling pears (the only fruit that seems to grow in this weird place) all day, and managed to save up enough to buy my very own fishing rod. Along with this, I also bought a bug-catching net and a watering can. I have discovered my inate ability to catch bugs and fish with little effort, and have already caught a bagworm, a carp, a crucian carp, a red snapper, a pike (it's huuuge!!), a goldfish, and a pond smelt. After visiting the museum I found it to be awfully empty, and so donated everything I caught. Then, I caught some of the same fish a second time, which allowed me to sell them for more bells - bells being the form of currency they use here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;There were a couple of strange floating parcels in the air above me today. Infuriatingly, they were &lt;em&gt;just &lt;/em&gt;out of reach. Perhaps Nook will be selling something tomorrow which I can use to get these mysterious packages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283909176728554706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNdEULJpaXY/SVQ3ZqBVDNI/AAAAAAAAACg/7OMq_ArCOjQ/s320/balloon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I made a shocking discovery - all the residents of this town, excluding myself, are animals of some sort. I am so confused. I thought animals were unable to speak in our language, but here they are, speaking in english, and they understand what I say as well. Sometimes I think I must be dreaming or something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;As if this is not peculiar enough, I found something else strange. It was snowing, so I made a snowman. I thought he looked rather good in terms of the size of the body and head, but he suddenly &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAME TO LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and criticised my work. I swore at him and walked away. I was so angry, I &lt;em&gt;shook&lt;/em&gt; a tree, but had to run for safety as a wasps' bike fell out of it and a swarm of wasps chased me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am so tired by today's hectic activities, I think I will have an early night. Goodnight, all, and I will see what strangeness occurs tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481778502955033638-6950391120531209307?l=anonymooseanimal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymooseanimal.blogspot.com/feeds/6950391120531209307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anonymooseanimal.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-hometown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481778502955033638/posts/default/6950391120531209307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481778502955033638/posts/default/6950391120531209307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymooseanimal.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-hometown.html' title='New Hometown'/><author><name>Anonymoose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087034958616168630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nNdEULJpaXY/SVesUHc9xCI/AAAAAAAAADY/8F04qoNQRNs/S220/Kammy+Lee.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nNdEULJpaXY/SVQ3ZqBVDNI/AAAAAAAAACg/7OMq_ArCOjQ/s72-c/balloon.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
