Harvest Moon Fan Fic

Chapter Six

"Jack! Come down for dinner!" Jack's grandfather yelled up the stairway, echoed in his room.

"Oh, coming!" He yells back. He closes up his diary, and put it on a small table right next to the bed. He then jumps down the stairs and bounced onto the comfy chair. He smells the air, and it was full of the smell of eggs, bamboo shoot, cabbage, and mayonnaise. He then sees his grandpa walk out with a gigantic omelet on a big greenish plate. Jack looks in silence, couldn't believe his eyes. His mom never cooks anything that looks as good as the gigantic omelet right here on his table.

"I knew you would like omelets, so I made it today. Took me quiet a while, but that's ok, a special dish just for my grandson. Go ahead, start digging in!" Jack's grandpa said. Jack picked up his fork and knife and started eating. He finished his omelet while his grandpa only ate half of his. He laid back on his chair and patted his stomach, which was bloating up like a balloon. "Haha, look at you, you should go to sleep now, it's pretty late right now."

"Ok, thank you so much for the wonderful dinner, good night."

"Night, little Jack." He walked up the stairs and opened the door to his room. He looked at the rainbow clock; it was only nine O'clock...he wondered why his grandfather told him to go to sleep so early...he then decided to read a book till nine thirty. After he changed into his pajamas, he sat down on a chair and grabbed a book from the shelf and started reading. Later, he noticed a light outside over at the chicken coop. He then remembered that his grandfather needed to train one of his best chickens for the chicken festival. His grandpa made the omelet just for him, but now he has to stay up and train at night...Now Jack feels bad for making his grandfather stay up...

He thought about what he can do to show that he's sorry. A light bulb went off in his head, a card! He took out some crayons and markers and started to make a card. So then he made a pretty card, he drew all the things of the farm. And wrote inside 'I'm sorry for making you stay up this late just for me... love Jack'

He woke up the next morning; he found his grandfather still sleeping in his bedroom. Jack decided to walk down to the river. He glanced at the clock, ten O'clock, wow, he thought, that's pretty late...He left a note on the table to let his grandfather to know he is by the river. Slipped on his shoes and then he went outside. "Woof!" Jack jumped, he then realize the dog was at his feet, waiting for him to walk further. He walked down, face down, and the dog walking besides him. He started wondering what his grandfather had to do for the chicken festival. Is it when people have to compare which chicken is the most beautiful? Maybe I'll ask him later, Jack thought.

He reached the river and watched the river flow, once again; the flow of the water makes him really amused. He looked into the river and found more fishes in the river than he had before. He decides to lie down besides the river. He watched the wind blow the clouds around, changing them into different shapes and sizes. Jack was so concentrated on the sky that he didn't realize the dog was right next to him. The dog then licked him on the face and he jumped right up, then patting the dog's head.

"Jack! Breakfast is ready!" His grandfather hollered down the farm. Jack instantly ran up to the house, and sat down, waiting for his breakfast to arrive. He grandfather came out, "here's the special dish, toast with apple jam and scrambled eggs!"

"Thanks grandpa, this smells so delicious!" he dined, and smiling with joyfulness. His grandpa watched in happiness, "I have a question, what do you do in the chicken festival?"

"In the chicken festival, the people train their best chicken, the chicken with the most affection towards them. Then they'd bring the chicken into a ring. It's like a Chicken sumo-wrestling match. Then people would command the chicken to squawk at the other person, and try to make the opponent's chicken outside of the ring. It is a very fun festival; you can meet some other adults there. Most of the time, children would stay home, but you can come with me if you want."

"Sure, I would want to see how the chicken sumo wrestling match goes!" Jack yelled with excitement, and jumps off the chair, "but...how do you train the chicken to not get scared by the other chicken's squawk?"

"There is no certain way, the only thing I could do is train the chicken to squawk really loud so the other chicken gets scared more. I can show you how I train her today."

"Ok, I'll watch you train her, but don't you have to train her outside?"

"Yea, so I need you to go to the shed and grab some wood, I'm going to build a fence at the edge of the farm."

"Sure...should I go and build the fence right now?

"Yes, if you want to get ready early..." His grandfather commented. Jack then dashed off to the shed. He grabbed three logs and started go down to the edge of the farm, which is right next to the chicken coop. As he stumbled over, he found that one of the chickens somehow escaped from the chicken house. He hurriedly put down the logs and ran over to catch the chicken. The chicken saw him coming, so he ran in the other direction, making Jack fall to the ground.

"OUCH!! I am gonna catch you with my own hands!! You can't run!!" Jack yelled, he got a little furious that the chicken actually made him fall over. Then he chased the chicken in circles, and then tripped over a rock, fell over, trying to catch his breath. Then he saw his grandpa, who looked down on him with a confused expression.

"How come you are on the ground? I thought you went to get some logs." Jack points over to the pond where he left the logs, "oh, there they are, why are you on the ground?" Jack then points over again to the chicken.

"I was trying to catch the chicken but he knocked me over two times already...I am so tired from chasing him around in circles."

"Haha, you little troublemaker you, here, let me help you," he reaches out his hand and lifted Jack right up, "so let us set up the fence..." he began putting the logs down one by one. Then put some wires around the wood. There's the fence. For the whole day, they chased the chicken around, trying to make it braver, and made it squawk. After the whole thing was over, they went back to the house and had yam soup.

"That was delicious!!! Yum yum!" Jack said, happily sitting at the dining table, swaying his feet underneath the table.

Grandpa smiled with satisfaction, and then said, "that's good, anyways, and tomorrow we have to go to the festival around ten or eleven in the morning. Do you want to go?"

"Yep, I can't stay home by myself! I'm young!" he exclaimed in a really cute voice.

"Sure, you're a little cute boy! Now go to sleep, you don't want to be cranky in the morning."

"Night!"

Dear diary,

I had to set up a fence with grandpa, and then we trained the rooster. He is very powerful after what I saw today. Strong squawk, and he remains calm at all times. I wish I could be like that, and not getting nervous all the time. Chicken Festival!