Things in the delightful village of Meltown are going pretty well. I have ten villagers, I’ve upgraded my initially-tiny house and Tom Nook has had enough of my money to build a new store - Nook ‘N’ Go having replaced Nook’s Cranny. I’m collecting mushrooms on a daily basis, and occasionally finding the odd piece of furniture when I bend down to pull up certain fungi. That, and I just gave excitable pink rabbit Chrissy a migratory locust and she now thinks that I ‘totally rock’. Life is good.
Or is it? Because all is not well in Meltown. Just yesterday we had the Harvest Festival, with mayor Tortimer expecting the arrival of a turkey. Trouble was, said bird was still alive and well and hiding behind a tree close to the museum. Franklin - for that was his name - informed me that he was to be roasted and eaten, and proceeded to request I give him my knife and fork, which Tortimer had passed to me so I could ready myself for the feast. I did get a nice piece of special Harvest furniture for my troubles, and so decided to repeat the process until I got the full set, taking knives and forks for the other villagers until poor old Tortimer got so confused he couldn’t remember whether he’d given me any or not. After about the twentieth hunt round the village to find Franklin, I gave up hoping to get a Harvest carpet as he handed over a Harvest bureau for the third time. So I’m one rug short of a full set. Here’s hoping I can trade with someone who was lucky enough to get said carpet. In the meantime, I’m stuck with this lunar floor (above) which I obtained from travelling camel Saharah, who swapped three old carpets gleaned from my animal neighbours for an exclusive design. Nice, but it doesn’t exactly tie the room together…
And that’s not the only trouble. While I’m quite a fan of froggy pal Prince, other characters have been making complaints to me, with ordinarily pleasant dog chum Goldie admitting she struggles to find any good in him. Blimey. As I’m now able to inform Pelly at the town hall whether any animals are causing trouble, I’m reluctant to snitch on my pal - even if he does rub a few people up the wrong way.
Still, with plenty of bells in the bank, and a funky tuxedo from GracieGrace wowing all and sundry, things look fairly rosy. Let’s just hope there’s something more special in store for next week, as this one has induced quite a strong feeling of deja vu. City area aside, there’s just not enough new stuff here to suggest I’ll last as long in Meltown as I did in its GameCube equivalent a few years back.
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