After three days, Erica had learnt all about shipping and animals from Thomas and Zack, the shipment guy.

"Urgh... I know all about animals, but there's just one itty-bitty problem," Erica grumbled as she flopped onto the soft grass beside her field. "I don't have any."

Cookie, her dog, ran over and licked her face. Erica smiled.

"Why didn't I think of it before? I'll buy them!" She dashed out of the farm into the town.

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"Hey, I'm Erica, and I..." Erica started as she pushed open the door to the blacksmith's.

"Is this what you call a 'necklace'? What did you use to make it? Huh? Junk ore?" The old man who was sitting behind the counter exploded.

"Of course I used orichalc ore! It only turned out that way because of WHAT YOU TOLD ME TO DO!" A boy about a year older than Erica was shouting at the old man. He wore a blue cap and had blonde hair; most of the time half of his face was hidden by it. A burnt string of what looked like jewels lay on the desk. It didn't look all that horrible, honestly.

The boy turned around.

"What do you want?" He snarled, his teeth gritted.

"Gray! How dare you be rude to a customer!" The man reprimanded him sharply and turned to me. "Haven't seen you around before. Are you the one..."

"Yeah, the farm, y'know," Erica shrugged. Gray glared at her and stomped out of the room, she could almost see smoke coming out of his ears.

"Oh, don't mind him. Whaddaya want? We have tool upgrading, brushes, shears, milkers, jewelry - not that, of course," The blacksmith pushed the failed necklace off the table. "Makers, of course, only if you have the right ore...by the way, I'm Saibara,"

"Oh... great," Erica beamed.

"So, are you gonna buy anything or just stand there?" he asked.

"Oh, I was just about to leave," She muttered turning for the door. She wrenched it open and tiptoed out.

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"Jeez... hope I don't run into them ag - what the?" Erica gasped as a small white chicken squawked and landed in her arms. "What?"

"Curly! There you are!" A girl of about seventeen with fluffy pink hair ran up to Erica.

"My name's not Curly," Erica said curtly, putting the chicken down.

"Oh. I mean, I was talking to the chicken!" The girl picked up the chicken and tucked it under her arm. "By the way, who are you?"

"I... um, took over the farm. Erica," Erica held up her hand.

"Popuri," She shook it. "We own a chicken farm. Do you like chickens?"

"Yeah," Especially fried, she thought.

"Really? Great! You know how to take care of chickens, dontcha?" Popuri asked, squinting at Erica suspisciously. Erica nodded.

"Good. So, you wanna buy one," Popuri questioned, looking at the chicken under her arm.

"Yeah, I mean, no, wait, how much is one?"

"1500G. They lay eggs everyday which can be shipped," she answered. "Good! Hey mom! Rick!"

Oh boy, MORE chicken freaks, Erica sighed.