I do not own Harvest Moon.
I'm walking through town one morning, lost in my thoughts, when I suddenly collide with a familiar farmer. The coffee he's carrying spills all over my poncho, and my temper immediately sparks up.
"You IDIOT!" I screech, lifting up my arms and staring at the brown stains on my clothes.
"Oh my gosh," His face is horrified, "I'm so sorry!" He starts to wipe off my poncho.
"I'll do it myself!" I snarl, pushing him back. He stumbles, then falls and lets out a scream as his leg is split open by a large rock. My stomach twists. Oh no.
