The next person Jack encountered was the mayor. He was obviously the
mayor, as all of them were short fat men with brown hair.
"Hi!" he said. "I'm the mayor of this town!" 'No duh,' thought Jack. He walked past the little man, and into his sweet looking house. A woman with blue hair in a bun sat in the living room, reading a book. "Hello," she said to Jack. "I'm the mayor's wife. My daughter Maria is in the church." Jack figured that the blue hair was genetic, and smiled.
He walked around the house, and discovered a small room. It looked like Maria's. He wondered where the mayor and his wife slept, considering that there was only one room. Feeling nosy, Jack started poking around in Maria's stuff. He found her diary. Smiling evilly, he picked it up and started reading.
The diary was full of the names of the villagers. A few little hearts and a small description of each villager were next to each name. 'Daddy-5 hearts. Why won't he let me camp naked in the mountains and discover my inner goddess? Mommy-7 hearts. She was very supportive of my dreams. Priest-12 hearts. *Sigh*.if only he was 30 years younger. Jack-1 heart. Need to get to know him a little better. Very pious.could he be the Priest, 30 years younger?' Jack was surprised to see his name. He shut the diary and walked out, wondering exactly when Maria had the time to write this about him. He strolled through the town square.
A colorful house was on his left, and he walked over to it. A young girl with red hair in pigtails stood outside of the house, staring into space. "Hi!" said the little girl, smiling. "This is the Fortune-Teller's house. She can help you out with your problems, like with girls and stuff."
Jack smiled at the little girl. "She helps a lot, you know," continued the girl. "Ms. Fortune-Teller helped me fall in love with that blonde boy at the church." The girl continued to talk incessantly, and Jack walked into the house, ignoring her.
A small old lady with a pointy red hat sat on a cushion inside. In front of her was a big table with a crystal ball and tarot cards. "Welcome, my child," said the Fortune-Teller. "Come close, and I will tell you of your future."
Jack walked up next to the old lady, who took his hand. "You are quiet," said the lady. "Your past is a horrible childhood." Jack nodded, wondering how she knew this. "You have seen bad things in your lifetime, and have come to this village in hopes to escape. You are a lady magnet, mainly because of the fact that you're hung like a horse."
Jack's eyes widened, and he jumped away from the Fortune-Teller. "Come, my boy!" she cackled. "I'll give you a night you'll never forget!" Jack screamed and barged out of the door, where the little red-haired girl was still talking about the wonderful Ms. Fortune-Teller. Jack ran on down to the nearest building.
A wooden fence surrounded the building, and its yard resembled an animal pen. Judging by this and the picture of a cow near the door, Jack figured that this was the Animal Shop. He walked inside, escaping the shrieks of the crazed old rapist that was locked inside of her hut. A gray-haired man sat at the counter with a dazed look on his face.
"Heeeeey, dude!" said the man, who was obviously stoned. "You the new farmer-man?" Jack nodded. "Heh heh, I got this gnarly grass for you! It'll like, totally tame your cows and chickens for you! They'll be like, 'dude! I wanna be good for this awesome farmer dude! He's like...uh...groovy!'" The stoned man put a bag of grass on the counter, and promptly fell on the floor. Jack leaned over the counter to look at him. The man was pointing at the ceiling, laughing like an idiot. As Jack left, he distinctly heard "Dude! A cow!"
The next building was a tool shop with a cute little chicken weathervane on the roof. A redhead chick, about Jack's age, stood outside. She was dressed in a white shirt, dirty jeans, and a beat-up leather jacket. Her hair was in a ponytail, revealing her face that sported a scar below the left eye.
"Hey!" said the girl, waving at Jack. "I'm Ann! My dad owns this tool shop." She stood with her arms akimbo, sizing him up. "You look like a farmer to me. Am I right?" Jack nodded. Ann smiled. "You must be that guy taking over the old man's farm! Jack, right?" Again, Jack nodded. "Cool." With that, Ann walked off. Jack entered the tool shop.
A thin, mousy man with light brown hair stood behind the counter. "Hey, hey, hey!" said the man. "You must be Jack. I've heard about you. A true lady-magnet!"
Jack wondered how news in this village traveled so fast. "Listen, talk to me about tools. An axe is used for chopping stumps. A hammer's used for bashing rocks. A hoe's used for a good night's fun!" The man laughed and elbowed Jack playfully. "A good 'hoe' is essential. Try my daughter, Ann. She's a feisty one, I'm sure!" The man laughed again, elbowing Jack in the ribs. Jack rubbed his chest. The man saw that Jack wasn't smiling, and his grin faded.
"Well now," he said, "don't be such a spoiled sport! You need a good lay to turn that frown upside down! I'll say it again: try Ann." Jack sighed and walked into the back room to escape from the pervert. He saw two beds in the back room, and one had a little book next to it. 'Yes!' thought Jack, 'another diary!' He grabbed it, and started reading.
This diary was organized exactly like Maria's. 'Dad-2 hearts. Such a pervert! He wants me to get married off before it's legal! And he can't even get the Florist to like him. What a loser! Jack-1 heart. He seems nice so far. Maybe he likes tools as much as I do! I'm gonna work harder on my invention.maybe it can help him out on his farm!' Again, Jack was startled at the sight of his name. He had only known Ann for five minutes, and she already had something written about him! Weird.
He left the tool shop, heading off to the left. This building had a picture of a cake in front of it, and Jack figured that it was a bakery. The sight if the cake triggered something in his mind. Nina! How long would she stay in her room, waiting for cake? Jack decided to keep his axe with him at all times. He walked into the bakery.
A big woman with a mass of curly brown hair on her head was behind the counter. "Eat every day!" she said, and laughed heartily for no apparent reason. "It'll make you grow big and strong!"
She laughed more, and Jack smiled sheepishly. Suddenly, the big woman grabbed him by the collar and held him inches from her face. "RIGHT?!?" she screamed at him.
Jack nodded fiercely. The woman laughed again and dropped him on the floor. He scrambled across the room, smacking into a dancing man. The man had tangled dark brown hair and disheveled clothes. "Do I know you?" asked the man. His breath reeked of alcohol.
Jack shook his head, and offered the drunk man his hand. The man stared at the hand, and looked at Jack accusingly. "Is that some kind of proposition?" he asked warily. Jack shook his head again and withdrew his hand. The big woman was still laughing. Jack decided that this would be a good time to leave.
He approached the last building in the town. A picture of beer was to the left of the door, and the brilliant Jack figured that this was a bar. A gorgeous blonde stood in front of the door, smiling. She was wearing a little pink tank top and a matching mini skirt. She had a big pink ribbon in her hair.
"Hi," she said. "I'm Eve. The bar is closed today. It's usually open except Sundays though." Jack was a little too distracted by her skimpy outfit to listen to what she was saying. Eve frowned. "Um...hello?" Jack shook his head rapidly to clear it. "Um...maybe you should go home now." Jack smiled and waved bye-bye to Eve, and then ran back to the shipper.
"Damn, it took you long enough!" said the shipper, who was obviously pissed off. "Have you finished everything you wanted to do?" Jack nodded. "Let's go then," said the shipper. He walked across the little bridge, with Jack following him.
Suddenly, Jack was in the truck again, driving back to his farm. Then, he was inside of his house, with some unknown force moving his legs. He walked over to his bed, and turned around. "Today was a good day, and I'm going to have a good sleep," said Jack. Before he could think about how stupid that was, or what was making him talk, he blacked out.
"Hi!" he said. "I'm the mayor of this town!" 'No duh,' thought Jack. He walked past the little man, and into his sweet looking house. A woman with blue hair in a bun sat in the living room, reading a book. "Hello," she said to Jack. "I'm the mayor's wife. My daughter Maria is in the church." Jack figured that the blue hair was genetic, and smiled.
He walked around the house, and discovered a small room. It looked like Maria's. He wondered where the mayor and his wife slept, considering that there was only one room. Feeling nosy, Jack started poking around in Maria's stuff. He found her diary. Smiling evilly, he picked it up and started reading.
The diary was full of the names of the villagers. A few little hearts and a small description of each villager were next to each name. 'Daddy-5 hearts. Why won't he let me camp naked in the mountains and discover my inner goddess? Mommy-7 hearts. She was very supportive of my dreams. Priest-12 hearts. *Sigh*.if only he was 30 years younger. Jack-1 heart. Need to get to know him a little better. Very pious.could he be the Priest, 30 years younger?' Jack was surprised to see his name. He shut the diary and walked out, wondering exactly when Maria had the time to write this about him. He strolled through the town square.
A colorful house was on his left, and he walked over to it. A young girl with red hair in pigtails stood outside of the house, staring into space. "Hi!" said the little girl, smiling. "This is the Fortune-Teller's house. She can help you out with your problems, like with girls and stuff."
Jack smiled at the little girl. "She helps a lot, you know," continued the girl. "Ms. Fortune-Teller helped me fall in love with that blonde boy at the church." The girl continued to talk incessantly, and Jack walked into the house, ignoring her.
A small old lady with a pointy red hat sat on a cushion inside. In front of her was a big table with a crystal ball and tarot cards. "Welcome, my child," said the Fortune-Teller. "Come close, and I will tell you of your future."
Jack walked up next to the old lady, who took his hand. "You are quiet," said the lady. "Your past is a horrible childhood." Jack nodded, wondering how she knew this. "You have seen bad things in your lifetime, and have come to this village in hopes to escape. You are a lady magnet, mainly because of the fact that you're hung like a horse."
Jack's eyes widened, and he jumped away from the Fortune-Teller. "Come, my boy!" she cackled. "I'll give you a night you'll never forget!" Jack screamed and barged out of the door, where the little red-haired girl was still talking about the wonderful Ms. Fortune-Teller. Jack ran on down to the nearest building.
A wooden fence surrounded the building, and its yard resembled an animal pen. Judging by this and the picture of a cow near the door, Jack figured that this was the Animal Shop. He walked inside, escaping the shrieks of the crazed old rapist that was locked inside of her hut. A gray-haired man sat at the counter with a dazed look on his face.
"Heeeeey, dude!" said the man, who was obviously stoned. "You the new farmer-man?" Jack nodded. "Heh heh, I got this gnarly grass for you! It'll like, totally tame your cows and chickens for you! They'll be like, 'dude! I wanna be good for this awesome farmer dude! He's like...uh...groovy!'" The stoned man put a bag of grass on the counter, and promptly fell on the floor. Jack leaned over the counter to look at him. The man was pointing at the ceiling, laughing like an idiot. As Jack left, he distinctly heard "Dude! A cow!"
The next building was a tool shop with a cute little chicken weathervane on the roof. A redhead chick, about Jack's age, stood outside. She was dressed in a white shirt, dirty jeans, and a beat-up leather jacket. Her hair was in a ponytail, revealing her face that sported a scar below the left eye.
"Hey!" said the girl, waving at Jack. "I'm Ann! My dad owns this tool shop." She stood with her arms akimbo, sizing him up. "You look like a farmer to me. Am I right?" Jack nodded. Ann smiled. "You must be that guy taking over the old man's farm! Jack, right?" Again, Jack nodded. "Cool." With that, Ann walked off. Jack entered the tool shop.
A thin, mousy man with light brown hair stood behind the counter. "Hey, hey, hey!" said the man. "You must be Jack. I've heard about you. A true lady-magnet!"
Jack wondered how news in this village traveled so fast. "Listen, talk to me about tools. An axe is used for chopping stumps. A hammer's used for bashing rocks. A hoe's used for a good night's fun!" The man laughed and elbowed Jack playfully. "A good 'hoe' is essential. Try my daughter, Ann. She's a feisty one, I'm sure!" The man laughed again, elbowing Jack in the ribs. Jack rubbed his chest. The man saw that Jack wasn't smiling, and his grin faded.
"Well now," he said, "don't be such a spoiled sport! You need a good lay to turn that frown upside down! I'll say it again: try Ann." Jack sighed and walked into the back room to escape from the pervert. He saw two beds in the back room, and one had a little book next to it. 'Yes!' thought Jack, 'another diary!' He grabbed it, and started reading.
This diary was organized exactly like Maria's. 'Dad-2 hearts. Such a pervert! He wants me to get married off before it's legal! And he can't even get the Florist to like him. What a loser! Jack-1 heart. He seems nice so far. Maybe he likes tools as much as I do! I'm gonna work harder on my invention.maybe it can help him out on his farm!' Again, Jack was startled at the sight of his name. He had only known Ann for five minutes, and she already had something written about him! Weird.
He left the tool shop, heading off to the left. This building had a picture of a cake in front of it, and Jack figured that it was a bakery. The sight if the cake triggered something in his mind. Nina! How long would she stay in her room, waiting for cake? Jack decided to keep his axe with him at all times. He walked into the bakery.
A big woman with a mass of curly brown hair on her head was behind the counter. "Eat every day!" she said, and laughed heartily for no apparent reason. "It'll make you grow big and strong!"
She laughed more, and Jack smiled sheepishly. Suddenly, the big woman grabbed him by the collar and held him inches from her face. "RIGHT?!?" she screamed at him.
Jack nodded fiercely. The woman laughed again and dropped him on the floor. He scrambled across the room, smacking into a dancing man. The man had tangled dark brown hair and disheveled clothes. "Do I know you?" asked the man. His breath reeked of alcohol.
Jack shook his head, and offered the drunk man his hand. The man stared at the hand, and looked at Jack accusingly. "Is that some kind of proposition?" he asked warily. Jack shook his head again and withdrew his hand. The big woman was still laughing. Jack decided that this would be a good time to leave.
He approached the last building in the town. A picture of beer was to the left of the door, and the brilliant Jack figured that this was a bar. A gorgeous blonde stood in front of the door, smiling. She was wearing a little pink tank top and a matching mini skirt. She had a big pink ribbon in her hair.
"Hi," she said. "I'm Eve. The bar is closed today. It's usually open except Sundays though." Jack was a little too distracted by her skimpy outfit to listen to what she was saying. Eve frowned. "Um...hello?" Jack shook his head rapidly to clear it. "Um...maybe you should go home now." Jack smiled and waved bye-bye to Eve, and then ran back to the shipper.
"Damn, it took you long enough!" said the shipper, who was obviously pissed off. "Have you finished everything you wanted to do?" Jack nodded. "Let's go then," said the shipper. He walked across the little bridge, with Jack following him.
Suddenly, Jack was in the truck again, driving back to his farm. Then, he was inside of his house, with some unknown force moving his legs. He walked over to his bed, and turned around. "Today was a good day, and I'm going to have a good sleep," said Jack. Before he could think about how stupid that was, or what was making him talk, he blacked out.