allkinds
You Get All Kinds
You get all kinds sometimes. That sure is true with me.
I am surrounded by circus troups, Zoras, occasional Gorons, citizens of
Clock Town, and other travellers from afar. That's right, I run the Milk
Bar now, after my father passed on. William Barten the second at your service
and your families. Lately, I've been having a host of strange folks...
I don't like it a'all. Wierd men wearing cloaks and talking in hushed voices
while quickly gulpin' down from the bo'll. I some'imes won'er why they
can't stop elsee're stead of bot'ering me.
There sure is a veritable host of 'em in here toni'! They
go' swords an'all! Displeases me to look at 'em, peoples just don't carry
sticks like that aroun' 'ere. Last person to go wielding a sword was that
hero Link guy, 'round 'bout fif'een years back. I really won'er what they
is up to. I have quar'er of a min' to ask 'em to finish up, when they around,
my regulars don't come in as of'en. They almost done anyway, as they pay,
I can hear one of them mu'er "...and furthermore, the ocean isn't the.....
to start up a.......... of this......" They musta seen me starin' at 'em,
'cause they shushed up after that.
Really upsetting, what in the world could any respectable
person be doin' at the ocean. It's been real creepy down there of late.
I don't know what stuff and nonsense these folks are up too, but I'd bet
a sil'er rupee it ain' no good. Well, it's almost morning, time t'
be closin' up. I don' know, business is down as of late, I migh' have to
sell me family's bar if things don't improve, and soon.
