This is just a dumb, random story I wrote one night because I felt bad that I hadn't written a fanfiction in forever. There's no point to it really. Sorry for any spelling mistakes. The best thing I have is wordpad...
Disclamer: I do not own Harvest Moon.
An Afternoon's Fishing
The sun was shining in all it's glory in Forget Me Not Valley. Spring was entering it's mid days and time seemed to cease to exist. The feilds of Vesta's and Jack' farms were completly filled with turnips and strawberries and the vacant lots were covered in bamboo shoots and weeds. Jack's animals were grazing peacefully in their wooden pins and the farmer himself was enjoying a rather lovely afternoon of fishing. Jack felt quite happy. It wasn't everyday he got a chance to fish. Farming was an around the clock job and so was being wary of Marlin. The capped farmer shuddered at the name of his deadly rival for Celia's affection and double checked to make sure his sickle was in his racksack...
So anyway, on this magnificent day Jack was fishing near the waterfall at the digsite. He already had a good size pile of small fish, but he knew they wouldn't do as ingrediants in cooking. Even with a silver fishing rod, bigger sizes of fish were still so hard to catch. All afternoon he had only managed to catch two medium sized rainbow trout and no large fish. Still, Jack felt pretty good. Quiet activities like fishing gives one time to daydream and forget all the horribleness in the world. At that moment, life couldn't be sweeter...
Splash! The bobber was pulled underwater by a strong force! The fishing rod almost flew out of the famer's grasp, but Jack gained hold of it just in time. Excitement began to grow in his chest. A bite!... and it felt like a large one! Jack pulled and the fish pulled back. The capped farmer had to stand up and walk backwards a few steps to gain extra hold of the to-be catch. The fish began to pull harder and Jack used all his might to spin the reel. The line was tense. If it was any tenser it would snap. Another loud splash was heard and Jack's prize catch flew out of the water! The farmer ran over to the fruits of his labor and gasped when he saw...
...a purple pair of socks?
Short, huh? I have half a mind to turn this into a story...That's if I get any feedback...