Gyroid Translations

Chapter 7

Disclaimer- yada yada yada…. Definitely not rich enough to own a major video game company, or the rights to one such as Animal Crossing. Idea's relating to the content and nature of the game in my story aren't mine, I do not own.

Carmen Aistrup- I'm glad you think so! Thanks for the review!

Kywen- New Reviewer! glomps Thank you! I'm happy to hear you enjoyed it. And I hope you enjoy future chapters as much as past ones. Thank you for your awesome review.

Yamiyugi122004- Thank you for your review. I'm glad I received your unvarnished opinion. But I think you missed the point. After spending many an hour playing that plotless, and pointless game, I am well aware that there is no such object in the game. That's part of the reason I did it. There isn't enough in the game to craft a "believable", creative story from. So I used my imagination. And I am far from serious in this endeavor. But thank you anyway for you're your review. When I say I want to know what you think, I mean it.

Lioness Blackfire- grins Kinda. I kind of threw the ring in there as a means for something interesting to happen. AS you can see, Mordor was a waste, and I had to save the chapter somehow. The ring comes back in this chapter, for a little bit anyway.

Princess kitty zeldas child- he he.. thanks for the reviews, and as requested, here's more! Enjoy!

Kumagoro1391- Interesting, isn't it? No one ever does anything with the gyroids, so I decided it was time they got some representation in fanfics for once. Anyway, thanks for your input!

A/N- I just want to issue a general apology to all you out there, again. I am terrible about updating this one. I guess it's because it's my writers block backup story. Anyway, I'm sorry, it's been over two months. I will cease my ramblings and let you get to the chapter part of this.

I woke the next morning feeling refreshed, but nevertheless in a foul mood. My adventuring yesterday had proven fruitless, except for the grubby golden ring I'd found. It probably wasn't even real, I grumbled to myself. Yesterday had been a complete waste, and that made me mad.

I rolled out of bed and threw some clothes on. Thinking of the ring, I drew it from my pocket and examined it more closely. It appeared to be made of real gold, but there was only one way to tell, without a jeweler or a chemistry set. I bit it. And it bent slightly from the pressure. Satisfied, I returned it to my pocket. Since it was real it was quite possible that I could get a descent price for it from Nook.

Feeling a bit better, I strolled casually out my front door and headed for the old raccoon's place. On my way out I glanced admiringly at my beautiful garden. But it wasn't beautiful any longer. I stopped. All the flowers had wilted and weeds were springing up everywhere.

I nearly pitched a fit. I had worked long and hard to make them grow. I'd made sure no one ran through them, carelessly killing them. And now they were dead. I took a deep breath and continued on my way. There would be plenty of time later to start my garden anew. I trudged on towards Nook's.

I arrived there a minute or two later thoroughly ticked off. Between my initial bad mood, my garden, and Kitty, it was proving to be a horrid morning. On my way to Nook's I had passed Kitty, who had just woken up. I attempted to greet her, but instead of returning my half-felt greeting with one of her own, she yelled at me. Said something about her being sick of me yelling at her every morning and that she wanted me to leave her in peace straight away. I was too shocked to answer, so I kept walking. It was only a bit afterward I got to thinking about it and realized I'd never once yelled at her. I almost turned around and went back to say something to her, but I decided it wasn't worth it. All the animals in this town were deranged or crazy anyway. There was no point in trying to reason with them.

I walked into Nook's and found the owner, Tom Nook, standing just inside the door waiting for me, as usual. He looked as sly and greasy as ever, and I wondered hoe he always knew when I would come to his store.

"Welcome!" he began. "Feel free to browse, but try not to carouse, ho ho! If you need any help, just ask me." I glared at him; the raccoon was so predictable.

"Actually," I said, stopping the sales raccoon as he started to turn away. "I have an artifact I was hoping to sell. I wanted to know how much you would give me for it."

The 'coon looked thoughtful for a second, then said, "Show me what you've got."

I delved into the abyss that was my pocket and felt around for the grubby ring. Locating it, I withdrew it and placed it in Nook's outstretched paw. He examined it for a second and handed it back to me.

"I'm sorry, I can't buy this off you, it's against company policy. But if you want me to take this bit of rubbish off your hands for free, I would be more than happy to. It's just another of my public services.

"Rubbish?" I spluttered, shoving my hands back in my pockets. "This ring is not rubbish! It's solid gold! And I won't just give it to you!" I turned on my heel and stalked back out of the store. I had been none too happy going in, but I was positively pissed leaving it.

Out the door I started for home. I needed to cool off and the prospect of hilarious gyroids had never sounded so good. I knew I had resolved to only listen to them so many hours a week, but this was an extenuating circumstance.

As I passed over the bridge I committed one last act of anger and threw the grubby ring into the river. I shivered a little as a dead fish popped up to the surface and bobbed belly up slowly with the current. I hoped I hadn't killed it with the ring. But I shrugged and continued grumpily home.

Once there, I kicked my shoes off inside the door and grabbed a pad of paper and a pen. Before flipping on the switches of the four gyroids sitting on my floor, I grabbed an old one, Phydeaux I think, and went to the basement. It was time for a new gyroid friend to join the party. Setting Phydeaux down in the "listened to" gyroid section of my basement, I surveyed the not used ones. I finally decided on a mega buzzoid. If it's topic was as interesting as it's sound, I would have a lot of writing to do here soon. I went back upstairs and got myself situated.

I placed paper on my knee and readied my pen, then I flipped on the switches. In a second the room went from silent to a ladies gossip center. While it wasn't overly loud, it was a bit overwhelming. I had forgotten about this in the week since I had done this last.

Immediately the older three gyroids launched back into their previous conversation, which had been cut short when I had turned them off. The new one merely began talking to itself, as all of them did before their metal components realized they could interact with each other.

"—the way hot wax feels. It's just so much fun to sit and play with candles. And I love watching the flames flicker—"

Props, the theatrically minded gyroid, heard that and left off in the middle of it's last sentence and started in on the new gyroid.

"Ooh! Ooh! Candles are wonderful for creating moods! They can be just plain dramatic; they can be romantic; they can be spooky. You name it and a candle can do it!" Props was obviously expecting a reply, but Wick, that's what I had decided to call the candle gyroid, wasn't listening, at least not yet.

"—like it when they liquefy and the wax is all clear—" Wick continued, blithely unaware that props was trying to speak to it.

"Except the only thing wrong with having candles on stage is that they tend to mess with lighting techniques. That and they tend to draw the attention of the audience away from what is happening on stage at the time. And they can be a fire hazard. But if you're careful, they can be a wonderful tool."

I sat there, listening and writing for over four hours. It wasn't until my bad moos had disappeared and that my big guts were eating my little guts did I turn off the gyroids.

Out of curiosity, I flipped back through all the pages of quotes I had taken today. The count stood at nine and one third. I chuckled. I could probably start making those desktop calendars where there is a funny quote from a gyroid on each day. I had no idea who would possibly buy them, but it would be fun to do.

I whiled away the rest of the evening mostly playing on my Nintendo game systems. At nearly ten I called it quits and crawled into bed.

Hopefully tomorrow would go better that today had.

A/N- well, it's done. Finally. I don't have much to say here, so I'll keep it short. Tell what you think, and once again, Thanks!!!