His cheeks were red.
Not normal for a duck.
He ran quickly towards Nook's with his little brown bag tugging at him. His webbed feet couldn't handle it so he came down with a crash and his prized possession-his fossil shovel-flew into a nearby bush. He got up and ran faster than before, with his cheeks redder than ever. Poor him, who wouldn't be embarrassed after that fall?
I almost shut the door when I found out that his shovel had dropped into a nearby bush. I took a good five minutes looking for it. With an patch over one eye, it's hard ya know. I went back inside; I would give back the shovel later.
The house was dead silent. I just sat on my regal sofa (which Yuka yearns for, please, her hints are like Apollo winking every time I pass his house), checking out the new dresses I bought from Able sisters. So chic. I would definitely kill all the guys here with my club shirt. I glanced at my pink frilly shirt to find an ugly smudge on it. Must've been that day on the beach. Hmmmm…wait...I'm such an idioten. "OHMIGOSSHHHH! BILL LIKES PELLY!" After all those romance films I had borrowed from Phyllis, didn't I learn anything? Bill loves Pelly, but Pelly loves Pete, but Pete doesn't love Pelly, Pelly doesn't love Bill, the way Bill doesn't ever want to hear of Pete. I went outside to take a breather. Too much drama. I walked over the notice board and 'noticed' a new note.
'Tomorrow is the annual dance off! The judges will be the Mayor, K.K Slider, Katrina, and Redd.'
Omigosh! K.K is gonna be there! I decided that I wasn't going to be in it. Dancing is not my thing. I headed to the museum; as usual the ol' bird was sleeping so I sneaked past him and went straight for Celeste. I always had a thing for astronomy. Celeste was quietly doing his work so I decided to surprise her.
"Boo!"
"Gaaaah!" her paper work flew around the whole room, "Oh my! I-"
I just made a run for it with an evil smirk on my face. I went to Brewster and ordered a frapp.
"That'll be two-hundred Bells, please"
"Sure, I-" Oh snap. I forgot to withdraw the money.
How could this be? I was his most punctual customer, not to mention only. He looked away from his cup (which seemed to be being polished for what seems forever).
"You know what? I'll let you off the hook, you are, after all, my best customer"
Score.
"Thanks Brew"
He smiled. It was a bit freaky, because I was used to of his ever depressing bird face.
I gulped it down hot.
"Hey Brewster man, give me double cups, will ya?"
I turned my stool to see where that voice was coming from. I was shocked. It was the one and only K.K Slider. Shocking, yes, but not as shocking to see who was in his paws, Katrina. Yes, that swindling, rip-offing cat (cat and dog, I know). Sorry Bill, that shovel was going to wait.