"We've arrived in Clover town," the metallic voice said.
Connie hopped out of the train and looked around. Her grandparents were not waiting for her at the
train station, but she already expected that. She was just walking out of the train station when she
overheard an old man talking to himself.
"The Harvest Sprites must have abandoned us," he cried out loud.
Connie was still unsure if she should talk to him or not, but then she saw a familiar face at a bridge
close by.
"Grandma!" Connie shouted, running her way.
The old lady opened her arms to shelter Connie in a hug. Then looking to the old man that was
complaining at the front of the station, she greeted him.
"Good evening mayor," she said cheerfully.
"Not good at all, not good at all," the man continued complaining but Connie's grandma, Sharon,
didn't seem to pay it any attention.
"Let's get going, Connie?"

On the way to the farm Connie couldn't help but notice that almost all the shops were closed
already.
"It must be later than I thought," she pondered on her way back to the farm.
The farm was just like Connie remembered, though it was all empty.
"Probably the animals are sleeping already," was what she thought, and not too far from the farm's
entrance she found grandpa Graham.
"Welcome, welcome! It is good to see you again, Connie. My goodness, you've grown quite a lot
since the last time I saw you. Can't believe my daughter would leave such an adorable daughter all
by herself," he mumbled, more to himself than to anyone else. "But then again she did choose a hard
job, one can't blame her. I just hope you enjoy your stay here!" He said with a warm smile, and
Connie felt like home already.

"This will be your room. We prepared it specially for you!" Grandma Sharon said, turning on the
lights.
"Did you see that? Now we have electricity!" Grandpa Graham boasted. "The last time you came to
visit we used candles and lamps, do you remember that?" He asked, excitedly.
"Of course I do!" Connie said, her grandpa's excitement rubbing on her. "That feels so nostalgic,"
she said.
"We can dine with candle lights if you'd like, but I'm afraid it wouldn't be that comfortable," grandma
Sharon offered. "And talking about dinner, you must be starving. Get settled while I prepare
something for us to eat, okay?"
Connie agreed and when the two left she jumped on the bed. It had the perfume of chamomiles and
mint, which she found quite pleasing. And before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.

"Wake up, wake up," grandpa Graham called, shaking Connie's arm. "The sun is shining, the bees are
buzzing and your grandma prepared breakfast," he said, and with a mischievous smile he put his
hand on the side of his mouth, as if telling a secret, "Pancakes."
Now, if there was one thing that Connie could never forget about her stay on her grandparents years
ago were grandma Sharon's pancakes. There was something in them that made them extra soft and
extra tasty, though back then the girl never had the idea of asking what. This time she thought it
would be worth it to ask.

"It is a family's secret, dear," she said, laughing. "But don't worry, someday I will teach you."
Connie didn't feel bad about it at all. It wasn't like she could prepare pancakes by herself, so she
decided to wait for the day where the pancake recipe would be hers. In the meanwhile grandpa
Graham seemed to have plans for her.
"Since you'll be staying with us for some time I thought you'd like to help with the work instead of
just playing with the animals," he offered. "I will understand if you don't want though," he added in a
hurry, as if he was afraid that Connie wouldn't like the idea.
But Connie liked it.
"I'll do it!"

Grandpa Graham gave her some money and instructed her to go to the seeds shop.
"It is the first shop you see once you get out of the farm, so there's no mistake," he had explained.
Connie did as instructed and saw two blondes talking. One was an adult female while the other
was a kid around her age, though she couldn't decide if it was a girl or a boy. She walked up to them
and the woman beamed.
"Oh my gosh, I know you! You're Sharon's granddaughter, aren't you? You've grown quite a lot! I've
heard you would come from Sharon but I didn't know it was so soon!"
The woman babbled a little more before finally letting Connie enter the shop - the woman's shop, she
found out - to buy seeds. Though the one on the balcony was not the woman, but the kid.
"Hi," Connie greeted. "I'm Connie," she introduced herself.
"I'm Cecil," the other said.
"He's a boy," Connie thought after hearing his voice. "I'd like to buy some seeds," she said, and the
boy showed her the available it hit her: she didn't have any idea of what kind of crop she
should buy.
"If I can give you an advice," the boy started, shily, "I'd buy the tomato ones. They're a very popular
and also very used around this time of the year," he said, nodding as if to give more credit to what he
was saying. And Connie believed in his words.
"I'll take them, then."

"Now, let me just use this thing… done! Now in a couple days we should have ripe tomatoes. And
then you'll be able to make some juice with them," he said proudly. But then, one second later, his
enthusiasm left him and he looked to Connie, worried. "You did want to make tomato juice, right? I
mean, it is okay if you don't want to try it too, grandma Sharon can always make it for us and all," he
said, twirling the end of his moustache, pondering.
"I do want to," Connie said, brightly. "I can't just spend all my days here doing nothing, right?" She
smiled.
"That's my girl," he said, patting her head.
And all of a sudden Connie wasn't angry about being left behind by her parents anymore.