Mayor Avery strolled along her small town, Crescent. She always did an evening walk, every day, at 7:00 PM. She listed what she was grateful for as the cool breeze tickled her face. Her residents. Her town. Her family, food, water, and shelter. The bells she worked for. All the shopkeepers and shops. Her life.
Crescent had a river running straight through the middle of the town and two ponds. On the right half of the town lived Tangy, Bruce, Peanut, and Roscoe. On the left lived Amelia, Deirdre, Goldie, Bones, and Kid Cat. They were all her pride and joy, and she never wanted one to leave, especially Deirdre, who had been one of her very first five villagers. She was Avery's best friend, and secretly her favorite. Which reminded her, Deirdre had asked for a perfect pear a while ago. Avery opened her eyes and looked around. She was in the middle of her perfect pear orchard, thankfully. She plucked a pear and looked around. Deirdre was grateful and thanked Avery with a candy jar.
Avery hummed as she continued walking, when Goldie shouted, racing towards her.
"Goldie! What's up?"
"I was eating some pistachio ice-cream, when suddenly I had the best idea! How about you build a flower arch right here in Crescent? I've already asked Isabelle."
"Lovely! This town needs some more nature anyway," Avery said with a smile.
Avery ran to the town hall, where Isabelle was working on paperwork. Avery tried to get a quick glance at it, but Isabelle quickly shoved it away.
"Sorry, Miss Mayor! Is there something you want?" She said with her honey-sweet voice. Avery smiled. Her secretary was the best co-worker you could ever have, ever. Period.
"Yeah, I'd like to build a flower arch," Avery said with a grin.
"Flower Arch…that'll be, hmm, eighty-seven thousand bells. You're sure?"
It was a bit pricey, but it was gorgeous, judging by the grainy picture Isabelle showed her.
"Yeah."
"Great! Lets find a place to build!"
Avery placed it in front of (or as close) to the train station as possible. Anyone who came through her town would walk through a pretty arch. It took a bit of arguing…
"That's too close to the pond, Mayor."
"That's too close to the train station, Mayor."
"That's too close to Main Street, Mayor."
…until finally they agreed on a spot and Isabelle ran off to do her paperwork. Avery felt drowsiness tug at her eyelids. What time was it? Only 8:30. Perhaps she should go to bed early. She walked into her home, modeled to look like a zen castle, and snuggled deep into her classic bed. The tick-tock of the classical grandfather clock (everything in her main room was classic, refurbished by Cyrus to be chocolate-brown) was peaceful and lulled her to sleep.
If Avery had suspected what she was about to wake up to, she would of never slept again.