This is a story about a child, not a really important child, though, because, I thought that I might as well give you fair warning, so that you don't get worked up about the "Birth of the Second Jesus", and whatnot. No, this a story about a plain old boy, born in a plain old somewhere, that "Harvest Moon" never really told us where, and than MAGICALLY (it's waaaaaaaaaaaay more fun to say magically, than "by train", people, try it some time) flew through the skies of total randomness straight to Forget-Me-Not-Valley. This boy (let's call him Bobthegreat) grows up into a big strong man, and MAGICALLY inherits his father's farm. That's my article for the people. Now you know what's happening in my totally awesome series of magicalness. More? No there is no more, child! I said there isn't any more! Shut up! Kid, you are gonna get it! OK! Y'know what?! I'm gonna kick your ass right NOW! DIE! Mwahahahaahahaha!
Don't forget! Join me next time for my series of total magicallness!
SD out.