My reputation is starting to grow. In three days, I have had no less than three townsfolk leave Adamsvil. Grizzly the Bear, Baabara the Sheep, and Friga the bitchy elitist bird thing have all moved east to Holliday. They each sent me a kind farewell letter, but I can read between the lines: They're afraid of my growing power.
Perhaps they're the smart ones; getting out before I really take over. I've already begun to dominate the local arts scene, the Adamsvil Museum. So far, 100% of the Insect, Fish and Fossil exhibits has been donated by me. I figure after a few more donations, I'll engineer some press that describes how benevolent and giving I am. Come off as a real bon vivant. That's how you grease the wheels... the Harvest Moon festival is this Saturday, and I plan to put in a real slick appearance, all handshakes and smiles.
Today I put in some visits to Holliday. Looks pretty much the same, but with oranges. Adamsvil is full of pear trees. Looking at all that citrus, I recalled the words of Tom Nook: 100 Bells for Pears, 500 Bells for all other fruits. I stuffed my pockets with Holliday-grown oranges and jumped the train home, but not before leaving a threatening message on the Holliday bulletin board for the traitorous town-jumpers.
Nook took my black market orange stash, no questions asked. But I wisely planted a few of them due south of my home. After all, sell Nook an orange and you'll make 500 Bells, but plant an orange and in four days you can make 1500 Bells. Nook must be working his own racket: I paid off my loan and he promised to build me a bigger house. Either he's working for me, or I'm working for him... guess I'll know when I see how much he expects for his work. Either way, old Nook and I need to come to an understanding.
One last item of note. Dred Island has yielded an unexpected bonus. The sole inhabitant, June, has taken a shine to me. She's wearing my clothes and has agreed to enter into a money-laundering scheme. I bring her my bootlegged fruits, and she turns them into bags of clean money. Even out here in the country, there are those who want to turn an easy trick.
