Lightning-Dono: Meh, sorry about the long wait! I had Writers Block...I was trying to get out of it by reading and working on my manga. I'm not going to answer the reviews right now...but I thank everyone who reviewed!

I actually wrote this in August...but I forgot to upload it. oo; Oops.

Right now I have major projects going on at school, so expect nothing for a while. Sorry! It's not like I want to leave you guys...

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Eighth of Summer

Jack is a disgusting imbecile who probably wouldn't lift his leg if someone didn't make him. Or perhaps it's an annoying voice in the back of his head urging him to get up in the morning or he would betray his father's wishes. But whatever the case may be, he's beyond what I would consider a "regular" person. In fact, he's like Muffy mutated into a male carrying an, if possible, even worse personality. There's something about Jack I can't place and it just keeps occurring to me how he's arming himself with the tactics Muffy used to seduce him and using them against me. It never fails to faze me the amount of insolence he has.

I was taking a short trek over to Van's booth to see what he had in stock. Turns out while I was sitting up here brooding over the fact that Jack was now pursuing me, none other than the impudent man had bought EVERYTHING the pudgy man had to offer. Van was standing there sweating when I got to him and complaining that he'd have to restock his inventory. For a moment, I was in shock at how Jack could actually gain that much money. Perhaps he's a professional at extorting money from others? I wouldn't be surprised to see him swindling some of Romana's riches, but later on today, I discovered the source of his sudden recovery from near poverty.

He had sold his cow.

Yes, he had stooped low enough to simply off with his cow for the cash. That is an impure, raw, cold-blooded action right there. He could have, just as easily, sold the milk to make money. While I doubt he could ever become solvent simply by selling that garbage he thinks is milk, atleast he would make a decent amount of profit. After all, if he worked harder, he would be able to obtain a godly amount of money. But no, he decided to get rich for a few hours by selling his cow and after buying whatever it is he purchased, he was back to where he was before: the beginning. Sometimes I wish I could just pry off his hair, hammer something into his brain (Preferably an open-ended tin can), and scream common sense into him. Regardless of method, I suppose, he'll still be a heartless jerk. It'd be better if I didn't tamper with what was left of his sanity, I guess. Then again, the cow would atleast be sold to a better owner who wouldn't be completely horrible...it's virtually impossible to sink any lower than Jack has.

For a few moments, I couldn't believe it. No competent farmer would remain animal-less, save for a dog that couldn't have gained any money had it tried. But of course, I had a bizarre feeling before that Jack would be obviously a failure as a farmer and this was his fate either way.

Anyhow, I climbed up that enormously rope that Patrick and Kassey use as an entrance to their "home" to visit them today. To this very day, it always amazes how they can still keep up such child-like strength at their age. When I got up there, they were molding and adding fuses to fireworks while playing their little game. At a point in time, while I was sitting there supervising their games (They tended to grow a little violent during these.), Kassey lost it after losing the third game in row and hurled a stick at Patrick's head. Luckily, it buried itself into Patrick's massive amount of hair behind his ears and no damage was done. Somehow, I'm beginning to notice that tempers are running high due to the virtually unbearable summer heat. Although the season itself is tapering itself out of the picture, the weather is still stubborn in the area of atleast letting some cooling airwaves flow through.

Onto another scene. Wally and Chris seem to be controversy about something, from what I could pick up. I happened to be strolling about in the afternoon heat with nothing to do when Wally jogs by, leaving Chris in his dust, and muttering something about "pack rat" and "lacks dedication". I'm not going to even bother meddling in these little family squabbles between spouses. They can work it out on their own. But knowing the amount of curiosity I own, I'll probably end up discovering the cause anyway.

I had planned to pay Gustafa a much-deserved visit today, but I found that he had decided to fall asleep today, so I'll pursue his advice tomorrow.

I have nothing more to say, therefore, this entry will end.