Lol no matter what, I always name my dog Watson on Harvest Moon. It makes me happy~!
Most dialogue taken straight from the game-I'm just fleshing out the inner workings of Claire.
Disclaimer: I doth dis/the claiming of this
I was bombarded by weirdos the next morning. First, Mayor Thomas showed up again, offering to help. I declined. Rudely. Then, some buff guys marched up and told me he picked up all shipments from my farm. He introduced himself as Zack, and I recognized him from when I had gotten off my ship at the docks. He had been coming out of the house there on the beach, and offered to help carry my bags. I had declined that, too.
Ok, so maybe two weirdos can't be considered a bombardment, but it was enough to put me on edge. Thankfully, there was something to cheer me up - a puppy was wondering about my farm with no collar. I warmed up to the boy immediately, and named him Watson. I would be his Holmes, I decided, and would solve the mystery of how to make this trashed, rundown plot of dirt into a thriving farm.
After that, I went to work.
And it didn't take long for me to realize my own folly - this was futile.
Grass ruled the lands, and rocks and stumps blocked my path at every turn. Venturing out into the fields was like a battle with nature. I decided to take things one at a time, and pulled out my axe first. I went through, chopping branch after branch. When that was done, I pulled forth my hammer and smashed each stone to pieces. Oh, it all sounds so easy, but I had gotten up and got started at six that morning - with no breakfast. And I worked strait through lunch. Time dragged on, but I wasn't giving up. I didn't even realize how late it was till Zack called to me across the tall grass. I hadn't shipped anything, so he suggested I buy some chickens and sell eggs to get me started. I thanked him, and he left.
That was at five o'clock, and as he left, I smashed the last small rock. The huge stones and stumps wouldn't budge with my cheap tools, so I passed them by. Now, I hoisted out my sickle and attacked the high grass with slashing strokes. By now, I was tired, but I didn't stop.
An hour later, I swung and lost my balance, throwing my tool and toppling forward. It was a few moments before I could stand again. Just tired, I thought. Too tired. So, I went to my small watering hole to splash my face - I wasn't giving in yet! But as I peered at my reflection, it dawned on me that that wasn't my natural skin color - girls weren't normally blue. At least, not human girls. Maybe smurfs. But definitely not humans!
I debated on getting some sleep then, but I spotted the bee hive in the tree a few feet from me and that thought was forgotten. Bee hive. Honey. Food.
The chain of thoughts was not even complete before I was already there, reaching up and carefully dislodging some honey into a small jar I kept with me. I drank it down in a heartbeat, and felt better already.
I pulled out my map, wondering if I should see a doc about my blue color, but after eating the honey, my face was looking much peachier, so instead, I skimmed it for something relaxing. After a hard days work, I deserved it. That's when I spotted the hot spring. I rushed straight there and soaked for about an hour before heading back. By now, I felt like a million bucks. So, naturally, I picked up my sickle and resumed my work.
Turns out, that wasn't so hot an idea.