Chapter 4
Grog of Milk Road
Day 1
Dear Journal,
Well, times have changed real quickly, haven't they? Oh wait, you don't know about what happened, 'cause you're a book, and you aren't alive to see or hear these things. I forget these things sometimes, 'cause when I write down into this, its like I'm talking to real person. Well I guess I have to explain what happened today then. So It was around morning time, and I was just tending the chicks. Suddenly gramps just burst through the door all exhausted and scared looking. I left the chicks to go to him, since I thought he had just been attacked or something. He seemed alright, and didn't look like he had been roughed up. I then said" Whats the matter with you?". After he caught his breath, he said that someone had told him that the moon was falling out of the sky, and that it was going to hit the ground soon. Gramps went on, saying he didn't believe the guy at first. However, after looking at the moon for a while, he saw it was slightly closer than before. Now gramps never fibs, but I just couldn't believe him this time. It seemed a bit on the crazy side. He told me it makes sense why I wouldn't think this was true, but that I have to trust him. Gramps pointed to the moon and told me to look at it for a while, like a couple of minutes. So we sat and stared at the moon for what seemed like forever, and when we were done, I noticed it was closer than before. When I told gramps this, he said that he told me and that I didn't believe him. He also said that when it hits soon, its going to be raining fire for everyone in Termina. He then said he's going to run away somewhere faraway from this moon to save himself. Gramps also said that if I live through this whole thing, to meet him somewhere far down south to reunite. He then spoke his goodbyes and ran out the door. Its strange, really. Though this moon is crashing down and its going to kill everyone, I ain't scared of dying. Maybe its because I don't have many life regrets, and feel satisfied with my life. Well, all except one regret. I only feel sad that I won't live to see these chicks become full on Cuccos. I've taken care of them their whole lives, so I would have loved to be able to raise them to their prime. Oh well, at least I still have these little guys. I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then.
Day 2
Dear Journal,
To be honest, not as much happened today compared to yesterday. The moon is closer than it was when I went to bed or even when I woke up. Also gramps hasn't come back, so I guess he's serious about running away. I was going to leave today to head to Clock Town, but turns out the exit was blocked off by a boulder. The worker on the other side says he's going to have it removed by tomorrow, but I'm still upset by it. Must be the damn Gorman Brothers again. I tell you there always doing these kinds of things, and why? Just to stop their rivals, the Romani sisters. Why those two groups don't just team up is beyond me. Speaking of the Romani sisters, Cremia (Who's the oldest of the two) came by to the shack today. When she walked in, her face had the look of guilt and sadness on it. She said she was going to use her home as a refuge camp, and that she already has a family from Clock Town staying. Cremia then asked if I wanted to stay there tomorrow night. I then said no thanks, and that I think I've lived a good life. Her face of nervousness changed to pity real fast. She then left with a quiet, "OK, then". It was also pouring rain today, so instead of letting the chicks strut around, I had to shelter them underneath the roof of the entrance. Since I had nothing to do today, I just looked at the moon. I was also thinking to myself about some things. I wondered why the moon was falling in the first place and what caused it. After some time I stopped thinking about it, probably because it doesn't matter at this point. I also wondered if I really had any other regrets. And after a long time, I couldn't seem to find anything I had missed out on. I guess there isn't anything else to talk about. I'll be sure to write down my last entry tomorrow.
Day 3
Dear Journal,
Well, I guess this is it. Now I can tell it's the day when the moon hits for two reasons. One, the moon is real close to hitting the ground. Two, there have been quakes happening all day, and quakes are never a good sign. Before I say my last words, I might as well tell about the day. The boulder leading to town has been cleared, but I'm no longer interested in going. Figure since I've spent this whole time with my chicks, I might as well not leave them now. Another thing that happened today is that Cremia walked in again. She asked if I was really sure about not taking refuge, seeing as there is still room. I once again said no thanks, and she responded with "OK then. Well, its been good knowing you". I nodded my head at her, and she then walked out the door. I spent the rest of the day just watching the chicks and thinking about life. So now that the day is almost done, and the moon is about to hit, what do I have to say? What are my final words? Well, to be honest, its hard coming up with one, seeing as no one will be able to read this. How about "If you know you're going to die, die doing what you love."? Yeah, that seems good enough. Well, I think I'm going to die doing what I love. I've gathered up all the chicks so that they are close by to me, and I'm going to watch the moon fall. Since it might create a huge fireball, it should look quite nice in the sky. I guess that's all I have to say then. Well, it been a good life.