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Hi, everyone! This is a multi-part story based on Harvest Moon: Magical Melody, written per request of my sister, posted here because I have no desire to allow her to hack onto my computer in order to read the stories I write.

The following chapters basically are one-shots following a single storyline, one story per character. These chapters aren't written in chronological order, so expect lots of time skips. And just to warn you, we have weird senses of humor, so bear with us if you decide to read. If you do, please let me know what I can improve on by reviewing! Any suggestions for later chapters are welcome.

Thanks for reading!

Dedicated to the real Vicki, my very unique sister.

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The summer night was quiet, and that suited Terry just fine. For one small moment in time he was able to hear the animals scuffling around, able to do his job as their silent guardian. Not so silent anymore, however, ever since the new farmer had moved into town. Her name was Vicki, and at the age of sixteen she was the youngest farmer to express interest in our village in the longest time. Now nineteen and a young woman, she had kept her familiar style of jeans shorts and a short-sleeved top, though the top was berry-red and she wore that old worn bandana on her head instead. Her brown hair was longer, and she wore it down, no longer in the childlike pigtails. She was a bright, happy girl, kind and caring, one of those few individuals who could coax the animals out of hiding with just her presence, which, unsurprisingly, had put her quite high up in Terry's books.

Was is the key word here.

At the beginning of her stay, Vicki, for some reason unknown to all, insisted that her fence must be composed entirely of rocks. Yes, rocks, nearly boulders. She traipsed up to the mountains every afternoon and came home at night with her arms laden with them. Woody and his apprentices, deeming that an intervention was necessary, tried to convince her that there was no need to build a fence of rocks when perfectly good lumber was stored right at the back of her house. Their words fell on deaf ears; Vicki was sure that a fence of rocks was more reliable than wood, and so she continued her work. It took her weeks to finish. That final day, Vicki set down her last batch of rocks and made a running start to leap over her fence in joy.

She tripped, hitting her head on the great rocks and getting knocked out as a result. Theodore, who managed to come upon the scene in the nick of time, rushed her to the clinic. The Doctor wasn't troubled, and guessed that she'd be up and about the next day, that it was just a nasty knock to the head.

She hasn't been the same since. That "nasty knock to the head" he talked about did a bit more damage than anticipated.

"Uncle Terry! Uncle Terry!" Oh, jeez. Here she comes, and the entire town most likely knows it too. He turned his head to glance over at the late-teenage girl as the bridge over the river creaked quietly under her footfalls, and quickly regretted his acknowledgement of her presence. She was clad in blue pajamas, a button-down long-sleeved top and pants adorned with sheep, and upon her feet were a pair of fluffy pink slippers. It seemed she intended to make this a long visit. "Uncle Terry! Uncle Terry! Uncle―" The elderly man rolled his eyes as Vicki tripped over a weed and fell flat on her face just as she stepped off the bridge, one slipper flying off her foot and landing behind her. Spitting out bits of dust and grass, she leapt back to her feet, still grinning broadly, put her slipper back on, and upon reaching him declared, "Uncle Terry, you're alive!" and flung her arms around the shorter man.

"Was I not supposed to be?" Terry grumbled, pushing away the young woman. "Look, kid, I'm not your uncle. I never was your uncle." Which was definitely true, because Terry was quite sure that he had no nieces named Vicki. Ever since the accident, Vicki's memory had been scrambled and she began calling everyone by titles of her own creation, and apparently she believed the implications of the chosen names.

The previous statement was verified as Vicki looked deeply hurt, her brown eyes swimming with sudden tears. "What do you mean, Uncle Terry? Of course you are! Papa said I should visit you, Uncle Terry. Uncle Terry, don't you want to be my uncle? Uncle Terry!"

Terry sighed. He hated crying, always did, especially over something as completely weird as this. "Fine, fine, I'm your uncle, okay? Just don't cry."

The tears vanished. "See, I knew you didn't hate me, Uncle Terry!"

"Yeah, sure, whatever. Now why are you outside this late? Don't you go to bed at five or something?"

"No, silly, I sleep at six! Except tonight I couldn't sleep again. It's weird being all alone in my house, after six months sleeping in Dia's room in hers and Gina's house. So I went to visit Papa, but Papa wasn't happy when I woke him up. He said he was going to fine me for breaking and entering, whatever that is. Then he told me to go visit you because you would be awake watching the fishies!" she declared happily.

"I'll have to thank him for sending you," Terry grumbled unhappily. "So what do you want?"

Vicki grinned widely. "I wanted you to tell me a story, Uncle Terry!"

Terry stared at her for a moment. "…Tell you a story."

"Yup!" Vicki quickly put on her infamous puppy dog expression. "Pease, Uncle Terry? I'll go to bed like a good girl if I get a story!"

Terry was silent for a moment. "Fine…" he sighed at last, evoking a delighted squeal from Vicki. The nineteen year old immediately dropped down and sat at Terry's feet awaiting the promised story.

"Once upon a time, there was a girl named Vicki. Vicki owned a farm. One day, Vicki took her cow—"

"But I don't want to take Mimi anywhere! Mimi is a slowpoke! Make it my sheep, Snow! And use her name, Uncle Terry!"

"Fine, so Vicki owned a farm and one day she took her sheep called Snow out of the barn, and they went for a walk to the river—"

"No! No, Uncle Terry, I only let my aminals walk in their pasture!"

"Okay, so Vicki and Snow went for a walk in the pasture and they saw Jamie's male sheep—"

"He doesn't deserve a sheep. Give him a cow."

"Cows are always female. You mean a steer."

"No, I mean a cow. Make it a boy cow."

Vicki failed to notice the look of warning he shot at her, apparently too enraptured by the story—or, rather, editing the story—to notice. "They saw Jamie's magically male cow and Snow started talking to the cow and they fell in love—"

"Ewwww!" Vicki's shriek of disgust probably woke the entirety of the village. "A sheep and a cow can't fall in love! That's gross! And wrong! And…ewwwww!"

"They fall in love if I say so," Terry said firmly and quietly, and even Vicki had the sense not to disagree.

"Yes, Uncle Terry…"

"Okay, so the sheep and the cow fall in love and they have a baby…" Terry glanced at Vicki. "…because a miracle potion magically appeared in front of them and they used it."

"A baby sheep or a baby cow? Make it a baby sheep, because my sheep is better than Moldy's smelly old cow. I don't want a smelly old cow child that's related to that dumb lampshade."

"Fine, it was a baby sheep and therefore not like Jamie's cow."

"Make him give his cow to My Sister Ell. I don't want Snow to be in love with a cow that belongs to Ol' Moldy."

"Okay! Jamie gave his cow to Ellen for no reason! So the lamb was born—"

"Oooo! Make everyone fight over it!"

"…And there was a lot of fighting over the lamb. Ellen wanted it because her magically male cow was the sheep's father, Jamie wanted the lamb because—"

"He's a possessive jerk."

"…Sure, okay, and Vicki wanted the lamb because her sheep—"

"Snow!"

"…Snow was the mother. So they were all debating over who got the lamb."

"Make me win, Uncle Terry."

"And Vicki won—"

"Because she hit Moldy!" Vicki wore such a look of aggression that even Terry was concerned for the girl's psychological wellbeing.

Time to wrap this story up. "…because she hit Jamie…and so Vicki got to keep the lamb and they all lived happily ever after," Terry quickly finished.

"Except for Moldy, that ol' lampshade!"

"Except for Jamie…." Terry restated with a sigh and a shake of his head, "…that old…lampshade. Okay, story's over, time to go."

Vicki whined and complained but finally got to her feet. "Thank you, Uncle Terry," she thanked him in a sing-song voice, once again enveloping him in a bone-crushing hug. "I bet I can sleep now. I need to be wide awake tomorrow morning to make sure that Snow isn't getting too friendly with Moldy's cow. Maybe I better talk to Papa tomorrow morning, too…" With that, she raced back home.

Terry shook his head in disbelief and started on his walk home. He was going to need the sleep as well. Somehow he had a feeling that 'Papa' would be up quite early trying to convince Vicki that she didn't need a restraining order against a cow.

Just as expected, at six the next morning he found Theodore standing in front of his home with Vicki clinging delightedly to her supposed father's arm. "This is harassment!" he cried, struggling to get away. "Terry, just what is the meaning of this nonsense she's been telling me?"

"Tell him, Uncle Terry! Tell him about Jamie's stalker cow!"

Terry rolled his eyes in dismay. "It was only a story, Vicki!"

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Look forward to the next chapter of Harvest Moon: the Tales of Vicki...Alex's Hibernation Troubles!