I don't own Harvest Moon.
It's snowing hard out today, but that doesn't stop the Thanksgiving Festival.
The festival is relocated to the largest building in town, the carpenters shop. People are brushing sawdust off tables and trying to keep it out of the food, while the two carpenter boys hastily apologize for every inconvenience. I sulk in the corner, making no move to help the distressed people trying to avoid the chainsaws. Honestly, it's hilarious watching them. Adam seems to know everyone. I look around and see unfamiliar faces.
These are the people I've lived with my entire life. I don't know their names.
