Mkk. So I spent a lot of time on this chapter. It took me a week to write it and then a couple of friends helped me work out the kinks, ( Thank you Ben and Shantel!). Sorry, but they really helped make this chapter, so I hope you love it!

-Chapter 3-

I starred at the hole in my roof and sighed. I couldn't put this off any longer. I had to go to the carpenters today, or I would die from heat stroke.

Why does it have to be so hot?! It's like 90 degrees outside!

I trudged up the the hill behind my house on my way to the Garmon Mine District. It felt like the sun was glaring at me. I swear the weather hated me. The one day I want wind, it has to be completely still outside. . .perfect.

I glanced down at my map and noted that the carpenter's shop would be after the bridge at the top of the hill. Why did the carpenter's shop have to be on top of a hill?

When I got to the bridge I stopped for a moment. I could feel a faint mist coming from the waterfall. I closed my eyes and inhaled the cool, moist air. It was during moments like this that I found it hard to complain with my life, because things were actually going quite well; you could venture to say incredible.

I'd stopped by the Bar a couple times in the last week – coincidentally, of course – and Chase and I would hang out when they weren't too busy. We'd make fun of the snoring Mayor Hamilton in the corner, I would laugh at Chase's pathetic attempt at trying to juggle the cocktail glasses, and last night he walked me home. . . ya, you could say life was going pretty well right now.

I sighed, opened my eyes, and continued across the bridge to the Carpenter's Shop. I took in the sight before me. The shop was fairly large and smelled of sawdust. . . what a shocker.

I quietly walked up the steps to the front door, not sure what kind of reception I would receive. I slowly reached for the door knob, turned it, and pulled the door open.

I wasn't really surprised with what I saw when I walked in. There was a lot of work stations scattered around the room, each one containing unfinished projects. There was also a cash register, and at said register was a large man with dark, faded blue hair pulled into a low ponytail and a spiky mustache. He took me in, hair sticking out every which way, and smiled, "You must be that new farmer I've heard so much about. Moffy, right? I'm Dale" He said in a husky voice.

"Yup, that's me, nice to meet you," I replied, he seemed nice. He looked like he was in his late 40's or early 50's.

"How can I help you today?" Dale asked, still smiling earnestly.

"Well, I have this hole in my roof, and I was wondering if I could get that fixed. " I replied hesitantly, the matter of money just now hitting me, I had maybe 25,000 G to my name, and I could only guess that a house upgrade was really expensive. I shuddered involuntarily.

"You okay there?" He asked. I simply nodded and he continued, "I can fix your roof for 10,000 G."

"Really?! That's GREAT!!" I half shouted in his face. Realizing the volume of my spontaneous outburst, my face turned bright red as I mumbled, "sorry. . ."

He merely chuckled, "s'okay . . . now the matter of materials. . .you're going to have to supply the materials for the project."

"Materials?" I choked , the color – or what color there was – draining from my face. Was I honestly going to have to go and get all of the materials for their job? Ahh! There goes my good day!

"Mm-hm, why did you think the price was so low?" He said smiling still. How could someone smile at the misfortune of another like this? "You're gonna need to bring me 100 pieces of lumber and stone; then I can fix your roof."

"How am I supposed to get a hold of 100 pieces of lumber and stone?!" I squeaked, going into hysterics.

"I GOT IT!!" I heard someone yell from behind me. All of a sudden there was a blur of blue crashing through the door wielding an ax.

I screamed, naturally. Wouldn't you scream if someone almost ran into you carrying a humongous ax? Exactly my point.

I was a little surprised when he screamed back at me. Why was he screaming? He was the one with a dangerous weapon!

"What are you doing Luke?!" Dale screamed, his face turning red. "You can't run around with dangerous tools like that! You could have hurt someone!"

The man with blue hair – whom I assumed was Luke – looked like he was still on the edge. " But I heard a mouse! I ran in to catch it Pops!" He yelled, right in my ear.

"A mouse? What are you talking about?" Dale asked, rolling his eyes.

"YA! I heard it squeaking from outside! It must be one HUGE mouse! How could you have not seen it?!" He continued, still screaming at the top of his lungs.

I knew where this was going.

And apparently so did Dale, "Well son, did this squeaking mouse sound like it was saying 'lumber and stone'?"

". . . well now that I think about it it did! But I thought that's because your always telling me to gather more lumber and stone!. . . Who's this?" Luke asked, just now noticing I was here.

"I'm Moffy. . .or who you apparently think is a mouse." I said, raising my eyebrows.

"That was you?. . ." His eyes filled with awe and confusion. Actually, now that he was holding still, I could get a good look at him. He had bright, spiky blue hair down to his shoulder with a bandana with flames around the edge. He had a white shirt with the sleeves ripped off, a reddish-brown sleeveless jacket, and blue jeans. His eyes were yellow, almost gold. I found myself lost in them. They were so welcoming, friendly, warm. . .

A confused voice startled me out of my daze,"Are you okay there?"

I need to stop starring at people when I think. . .they're going to start thinking I'm crazy.

"Ya, I'm fine. . ."

"Anyway," Dale announced, " Luke, Moffy here needs materials for her roof repair. I want you to go to the woods with her and help her out, show her the ropes. Oh, and give her that old ax in the back."

"Sure thing Pops!" Luke then proceeded to sprint to the still open door and fly down the stairs.

"Luke'll take you over to Fugue Forest over in Flute Fields." Dale said, a new twinkle in his eyes, "He'll be able to teach you a lot about lumber gathering and safety precautions. Don't worry you'll be in safe hands."

Hmm, maybe gathering lumber and stone won't be so terrible after all. . .

-End of Chapter 3-

Finally! I spent so much time on this, so I hope you guys liked it! The next chapter will most likely be about gathering lumber and stone. Please review! I work harder when I know people like my writing, so don't be shy! See ya!