A/N: Sorry if you don't like humor, and I didn't put humor in the "thing", but it only fits two. So, what I'm saying is, there's gonna be some humor in this chapter, and perhaps some in the future.

Disclaimer: The characters are fictious. Anyone you know who greatly resembles any of these charcters, living or dead, is probably better off dead.

How exactly would I "own" any of Harvest Moon's characters, anyway?

Chapter 2: The first day

Jack woke up, streching his arms. He looked at his watch on the stand next to his bed, then put it on, then put on his work clothes and his boots. He went outside, to be greeted by the Mayor. "Hello, Jack. I'm the Mayor. You're new here, so why don't I show you around town?" "Sure, thanks." Jack said, since he didn't think of what he'd do today yet, he could fit it in his schedule.

They walked outside, into the crossroads with six paths sprouting from it, including the path to Jack's farm. "Over on your right are the vinyard and mountains. You'll want to check out the mountains for things to eat, or sell. The shipper will explain that to you later. And on your right is Geen Ranch. This place is the home of the Greens, and it's a ranch. They have a horse that they're giving away for some strange reason, and it would be quite useful for your ranch, and you could participate in the horse race when it grows up." "So, which place are you going to show me first?" Jack said. "Neither. I'm going to show you the town." "But I thought they were important?" "They are. Now, let's move along to the town."

"Here's the Flower shop. They sell seeds you can buy to grow into plants." "I know what seeds do, I'm not stupid." Jack said, a little impatient. He felt like he was wasting his time, the Mayor wasn't showing him anything he couldn't figure out himself in a few hours. "Visit "Florist Lillia" for seeds to buy." said Popuri, who didn't seem to hear what the Mayor said. "Woah...your hair's pink." Jack blurted out, without thinking. "It is?" Popuri asked, then looking into her reflection in the window. "Uh, Jack, let's move along." the Mayor said.

"This is the Church. People pray on Sundays, and the children learn on weekdays." "What kind of Church is it?" Jack asked. "What do you mean, what kind?" the Mayor asked, puzzled. "What do you believe? who do you pray to?" Jack replied, since he's seen a lot of other religions and cults back at home. "We believe what the Church believes." the Mayor replied plainly. "Well, what does your Church believe?" Jack asked, not in the mood for a game. "The Church believes what we believe." the Mayor replied. "And what do you and your Church believe?" Jack asked, getting impatient. "We both belive the same thing." the Mayor replied, which convinced Jack the Mayor must be stupid or ignorant. "Well, what would that be?!" Jack asked, almost yelling. "We believe in God and the Goddess. Although there's some other group that believes in God and Jesus, but they don't have their own Church. I don't understand why they don't just believe what we believe, it would be a lot simplier." the Mayor said, finally answering his question. Jack could tell him why they believe in Jesus and not the Goddess, but he didn't feel like having a religious debate with the Mayor, even though he'd probably win. Besides, he didn't do any research on the Goddess, so he wouldn't know what he was arguing against.

"This is the bar. You can go there for a drink." the Mayor said. "Why are you telling me this? I'm not old enough." Jack said, although he expected the Mayor to say otherwise. The Mayor looked confused. "Aren't you at least thirteen?" Jack was going to say you have to be at least twenty-one, but then remembered this place was much different from all other places he's been to. "Where I come from, you have to be at least twenty-one to drink." The Mayor just nodded his head, and moved along.

"Up there is the town square." the Mayor said, pointing to the stairs. "We hold festivals there. They're an important part of this village.

"And here is the tool and craft shop." "They sell tools and crafts at the same shop?" Jack asked. "No. There's the Tool shop, there's the craft shop. The tool shop sells tools and assorted items; and the craft shop doesn't sell anything right now, but I'm sure the owner will create some useless item by Winter." Jack was thinking of correcting his grammar, but just replied with a simple "Oh."

"This is the bakery. They have a good reputation." "A good reputation for what?" Jack quizzed the Mayor. "For selling cakes." he said.

"This is the Potion Shop Dealer's house. If you're feeling sick, then I'm sure you'd love to get out of your bed and walk all the way over here to buy an expensive potion made of God-knows-what that he mixed in his cauldron. Of course, rest is always the best thing." Jack couldn't think of something to say to this, since he wasn't sure if the Mayor was joking or not.

"This is the library. My daughter works here *nudge* *nudge* almost everyday, since she's the librarian."

The Mayor and Jack came back to Jack's farm. "Well, that's the end of the tour. Have a nice day, and I hope you like it in Flowerbud Village." Almost right after the Mayor left, Zach the shipper came in. "Hello. I'm a buyer." He explained how the shipping bins work, and although Jack didn't understand how a vegetable that he puts in the shipping bin in the stable would get to the shipping bin in front of his house without him putting it there, he didn't ask. "Well, I better get to sleep." Jack said. "Why? It's only 8:35. A.M." Jack looked at his watch. He was right. "Err, right. I guess I'll get to work. I'm going to plant some potatoes. I'll pick up the seeds tomorrow." The shipper left the farm, and Jack looked back at his field, covered with rocks, weeds, and stumps. Jack sighed. There'll be a lot of work to do.

Jack started with one of the corners of the field. He started with the weeds, pulling as many as he could before he had to crush the rocks in the way of the rest of the weeds. Then, he took out his hammer, and started to smash the rocks in his way. This was harder than it looked, because he wasn't used to lifting 20 pounds in the air, bringing it down, and repeating the process so many times.He was very tired when he was done with this, but still had more to do. He brought out his hoe, and plowed a 4 ft by 4 ft square with it, and that was about as much he thought his arms could do today. But there was one tree stump in the way, and so he somehow was able to lift his axe, and bring it down on the stump six times, which broke it into six different pieces. All the lumber went into a large container next to the chicken coop. Jack looked at where he cleared out the field. It was about 1/10 of Grandpa's huge field, and he cleared it in a day. He walked slowly over to his house, anxious to get in his bed, and rest. It must be around 6 o' clock, but he didn't want to lift his arm to check his watch. He lifted his arm anyway, to reach the doorknob. He shut the door once he was in, and got in his bed, too tired to take off his clothes, or even his shoes. He fell alsleep without any hard effort.

A/N: Once again...what did you think? I know you probably thought the farming part was boring, but I felt like putting it in there anyway. And did you like the humor in the tour part of this chapter? I like to make people laugh(or at least try), and I wasn't sure if you'd like it, so I tried it in an early part of the story, so if you all hate it, I'll try not to do it again, but if you like it, I might put some more in the future.

Fairyfriend: I tried to clarify who's talking before they talk in this chapter, really, I did. Is this better?