By 7:30 Chelsea stayed right on schedule: she fed the chickens, picked up the eggs, and petted the horse and dog. It was now time for her to greet the villagers, and the first on the list, Taro.
Inside his house everything was the way it usually was, Taro was sitting at the table with his back to the door scolding Elliot and Natalie, while they were eating breakfast, for "not working hard enough." Natalie was ignoring everything he was saying and Elliot was submissively agreeing with everything that was being said.
"Taro!" Chelsea yelled to get his attention.
"Wha-" Taro turned around, "Ah, Chelsea, just in time, I needed an example of a hard worker to teach these young whippersnappers of mine how they should be acting. Why can't ya be like Chelsea you two? She's smart, strong, wins all the festivals and best of all, respects her elders. Learn something from her, will ya?"
"How kind of you to say Taro, but I'm afraid I'm not as great as you make me out to be, after all, I'm but a humble child still trying to learn from the master."
"Aw, don't be so modest, yer a good kid and the only thing bringing this island back to life, without you we'd be nothin' and don't you forget that."
"Grandpa, you do this every day," Natalie interrupted, "Everyday you yell at us for being lazy and then Chelsea walks in only for you to say embarrassing stuff only old people would say then you tell Chelsea, 'That breeze is telling me it'll be sunny tomorrow.'" She said mockingly trying to copy his voice.
"What did I say about respecting your elders, Natalie? Just look-"
"-At Elliot," Natalie interrupted, "he knows when to keep his mouth closed, yeah, yeah, grandpa, we've heard this before."
"I don't mean to interrupt Taro, but I must be going quite soon I do have a schedule to keep after all."
"Ah yes, of course, of course, good farmers like you are always busy this time of year, anyways, where was I?" Taro stopped to clear his throat, "Well today that breeze is telling me it'll-"
"-Be sunny tomorrow," Natalie interrupted again.
"Natalie-" Taro was about to erupt with rage.
"Thank you for the information, now I must be on my way." Chelsea blurted quickly before dashing out the door, she had to keep her schedule after all.
I had a different version when I originally started the chapter before this one but I had forgotten about it and just restarted the chapter so in case you're curious here's how it originally began.
By the next day everything returned to the way it was before the psychic visitor had arrived on the island. Chelsea was asleep in her bed as she refused to wake up before seven on the dot. She never worried about being stirred from her sleep because no one dared to bother her not even her animals.
When her internal clock struck seven she was out of her bed and ready to work. Her day consisted of, milking her cow, picking up the egg her chicken laid, and harvesting the crops she grew inside her greenhouse. The weather outside was much too unpredictable for her to attempt handling her crops. "Cow, come here, Cow."
"Moo," the cow signaled to the farmer.
"Good Cow," she stated while brushing the cow, "I've trained you well since the first day I got you, but I suppose I should thank the Harvest Goddess for that. After all, she was the one who gave me the ability to control you in the first place."
"Chelsea," a voice outside the barn called.
"Ah yes, Taro, right on time."
"Don't make me call for ya again!"
"I'm here, Mr. Taro."
"Ah good, just the farmer I wanted to talk to. Now today I wanted to talk to ya about how to-"
"-grow a tree? Don't worry Mr. Taro, I have it covered; I wouldn't want to waste any of your precious time anyways."
"Ah, now that's a good farmer. My grandkids should learn a lesson or two from you."
"Excuse the interruption but how will the weather look tomorrow?"
"My trick knees telling me it'll rain tomorrow."