Harvest Moon Fan Fic
Chapter Five
It's been about one hour or so, Jack and his grandfather are still in the hot spring, "Don't you think we should get out now?" his grandfather asked.
"Ok...look! My skin is all wrinkled!" Jack commented.
"That's what you get for staying in the hot spring too long!"
"But how come you don't have the wrinkles?"
"Because I'm getting old."
"Oh...ok..." Jack, ending the sentence, jumps out of the misty water and starts to get dressed. He then walks out of the little house like thing, except there was no roof. He then hears his grandfather call him from behind.
"Jack! Go ahead and look at the bamboo, there should be some bamboo shoots on the ground somewhere, I could cook that for dinner."
"Ok!" so Jack went and kneeled on the ground, and searched for bamboo shoots. Then he found one at the edge of the bamboo forest. He couldn't believe how tall it was, it was taller than his short, thin legs, "grandpa, I found one!" he yelled as he saw his grandfather walk out of the little house.
"Wow, that's a really good, fat, juicy one I would say, do u want to learn how to cut it off?"
"Ok!"
"So here's the knife, grab that part, yep, you got it. Then start at the very bottom of the bamboo shoot and cut straight across, yes, good!" then the bamboo shoot slipped off in an instant. Then they carried it home and sliced it up and made a mixed cabbage and bamboo shoot dish. Jack gobbled up more than half of the plate, and his grandfather was just sitting there, smiling at him, and slowly eating the leftovers.
"What else are we going to do today?"
"I might be busy today Jack, I have to discuss some things with the shop owner."
"Oh...so can I go up the mountain again?"
"Sure, go ahead, I might be home by nine or so..."
"I'll make sure I get back by eight thirty then."
"Ok, so I have to go now, see you later buddy!"
"Bye grandpa!" Jack yelled, ending the conversation then ran out the doors and charged up the mountain. Then he laid on the green grassy ground and stares up into the light blue sky. He looked at the white puffy clouds and found some that looked like animals. He started to whisper them under his voice, "rabbit, cow, chicken, duck, dog, cat, hehe, that one looks like my grandpa!" As he sat there, naming more animals, hours passed. To him, it felt like only ten minutes passed, and he heard his grandpa call him from the farm.
He goes down walking at a slow pace, then finally got back to the farm, "hi grandpa, what's for dinner tonight?"
"Oh, some of the leftover from this afternoon, going to cook a soup with it, should taste very good."
"Ok, so I'm going to go upstairs and read some of the books that my mom packed for me ok?"
"Ok, when dinner is ready, I'll call you down."
"Ok." So he slowly walked up the stairs and sat on a tan sofa inside the bedroom. He reached for one of the books on the blue shelf and started reading. He suddenly started giggling out of nowhere, enjoying himself like he never had before. Him mom would usually tell him not to laugh or anything else while he reads. He doesn't blame his mom, that's just the way she is. By half an hour, Jack was done with the 100-paged book, he just reads really fast because he was used to it. Then just about he was going to pick up another book to read, he heard a knock at the front door. He then peeks down the stairway and saw a person dressed in red, walking in as though he knew his grandpa very well, greeting him with a big smile.
"Hello Mr. G, good to see you, I've been busy with many events that are about to come. I came here just to remind you that the chicken festival is going to come in two days!" the person dressed in red exclaimed.
"Oh...sorry Mayor, I forgot all about the chicken festival! You see, my grandson is staying here for the summer."
"Just remember to train the best chicken you have for these two days then." He said, rushing outside.
"Sure, thank you so much for reminding me, hope you have a good evening!" his grandpa said while the Mayor leaves. Jack now realizes that he hadn't seen anyone from the town except for the Mayor that just came...He decides to continue what he was doing minutes ago, reading some books. He picked a book up that was blue, but there were no title on the cover page. He wonders what this book is, so he opened the book and a small piece of white paper fell out. He picked it up and flipped the note open. 'My Dearest Baby Jack, here is a diary for you, in a diary, your suppose to write what happened everyday, and the memorizes will be there forever so you won't forget the good times that you've had. Start writing by putting the date, and what day of week it is. Mom' He wonder why his mom would come up with a random idea. He decides to do it so he wouldn't get in trouble. He opened up to the first page of the diary, and saw that the lines are light blue. He starts to write very slowly, wondering what he could put in it...
Summer 5, Monday
I had such a great day today! I went to the hot spring with grandpa on the farm! Now I am home, lying in my comfortable bed, and rolling around. I even fell off of the bed by accident...is this what I am suppose to write?
Chapter Five
It's been about one hour or so, Jack and his grandfather are still in the hot spring, "Don't you think we should get out now?" his grandfather asked.
"Ok...look! My skin is all wrinkled!" Jack commented.
"That's what you get for staying in the hot spring too long!"
"But how come you don't have the wrinkles?"
"Because I'm getting old."
"Oh...ok..." Jack, ending the sentence, jumps out of the misty water and starts to get dressed. He then walks out of the little house like thing, except there was no roof. He then hears his grandfather call him from behind.
"Jack! Go ahead and look at the bamboo, there should be some bamboo shoots on the ground somewhere, I could cook that for dinner."
"Ok!" so Jack went and kneeled on the ground, and searched for bamboo shoots. Then he found one at the edge of the bamboo forest. He couldn't believe how tall it was, it was taller than his short, thin legs, "grandpa, I found one!" he yelled as he saw his grandfather walk out of the little house.
"Wow, that's a really good, fat, juicy one I would say, do u want to learn how to cut it off?"
"Ok!"
"So here's the knife, grab that part, yep, you got it. Then start at the very bottom of the bamboo shoot and cut straight across, yes, good!" then the bamboo shoot slipped off in an instant. Then they carried it home and sliced it up and made a mixed cabbage and bamboo shoot dish. Jack gobbled up more than half of the plate, and his grandfather was just sitting there, smiling at him, and slowly eating the leftovers.
"What else are we going to do today?"
"I might be busy today Jack, I have to discuss some things with the shop owner."
"Oh...so can I go up the mountain again?"
"Sure, go ahead, I might be home by nine or so..."
"I'll make sure I get back by eight thirty then."
"Ok, so I have to go now, see you later buddy!"
"Bye grandpa!" Jack yelled, ending the conversation then ran out the doors and charged up the mountain. Then he laid on the green grassy ground and stares up into the light blue sky. He looked at the white puffy clouds and found some that looked like animals. He started to whisper them under his voice, "rabbit, cow, chicken, duck, dog, cat, hehe, that one looks like my grandpa!" As he sat there, naming more animals, hours passed. To him, it felt like only ten minutes passed, and he heard his grandpa call him from the farm.
He goes down walking at a slow pace, then finally got back to the farm, "hi grandpa, what's for dinner tonight?"
"Oh, some of the leftover from this afternoon, going to cook a soup with it, should taste very good."
"Ok, so I'm going to go upstairs and read some of the books that my mom packed for me ok?"
"Ok, when dinner is ready, I'll call you down."
"Ok." So he slowly walked up the stairs and sat on a tan sofa inside the bedroom. He reached for one of the books on the blue shelf and started reading. He suddenly started giggling out of nowhere, enjoying himself like he never had before. Him mom would usually tell him not to laugh or anything else while he reads. He doesn't blame his mom, that's just the way she is. By half an hour, Jack was done with the 100-paged book, he just reads really fast because he was used to it. Then just about he was going to pick up another book to read, he heard a knock at the front door. He then peeks down the stairway and saw a person dressed in red, walking in as though he knew his grandpa very well, greeting him with a big smile.
"Hello Mr. G, good to see you, I've been busy with many events that are about to come. I came here just to remind you that the chicken festival is going to come in two days!" the person dressed in red exclaimed.
"Oh...sorry Mayor, I forgot all about the chicken festival! You see, my grandson is staying here for the summer."
"Just remember to train the best chicken you have for these two days then." He said, rushing outside.
"Sure, thank you so much for reminding me, hope you have a good evening!" his grandpa said while the Mayor leaves. Jack now realizes that he hadn't seen anyone from the town except for the Mayor that just came...He decides to continue what he was doing minutes ago, reading some books. He picked a book up that was blue, but there were no title on the cover page. He wonders what this book is, so he opened the book and a small piece of white paper fell out. He picked it up and flipped the note open. 'My Dearest Baby Jack, here is a diary for you, in a diary, your suppose to write what happened everyday, and the memorizes will be there forever so you won't forget the good times that you've had. Start writing by putting the date, and what day of week it is. Mom' He wonder why his mom would come up with a random idea. He decides to do it so he wouldn't get in trouble. He opened up to the first page of the diary, and saw that the lines are light blue. He starts to write very slowly, wondering what he could put in it...
Summer 5, Monday
I had such a great day today! I went to the hot spring with grandpa on the farm! Now I am home, lying in my comfortable bed, and rolling around. I even fell off of the bed by accident...is this what I am suppose to write?