7 11 Animal Crossing 소설 & 이야기

“Day 11 picnic. New tradition.” Us. Six. Me. Adrian. Alex. Ivy. Isla. Bear. Seven on screen. Not here yet. _Silence. 6:34 PM._ Alex. Sand. Writing. Stick. _1 MAMA_ _2 DADA_ _3 ALEX_ _4 IVY_ _5 ISLA_ _6 BEAR_ _7 ???_ “7 needs a name,” Alex said. Standing up. Serious. “Before February. So 7 knows we’re ready. For home.”

I’m tearing up! Benny the Elephant: [Wow, cabbage and papaya. They’re my favorite!] Pedro the Parrot: [What’s all this yapping? I got slapped by a zookeeper again today. It’s been fifty-six days since I wanted to peck that human’s eyes out!] Thor the Tiger: [Stupid elephants. Remember, every bit of human kindness hides a hunter’s rifle.]

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Come on, who is next? Keith wipes away a tear when he sees a homeless dog carrying a box in his mouth, begging for change for his master. Kit makes "pappy eyes" *, persuading Lou and Tom to buy her ... a crocodile on a farm in Louisiana. You see, she finds them "terribly cute." Probably, this was the only time when Louis answered her request - no. What prevented her from buying this crocodile herself - God knows ...

"No, thanks. There's Hasbro, The Game Show at 8:00. Then I want to hit up Bingo at 9:15, followed by the Welcome Abroad Show at 10:15, and finally, the comedy show at 11:30. If we're still up for it, we can hit up the casino. The slots are calling my name!" "Sounds like you have it all planned out. Look alive, we're starting."

Early in the morning, when the sun was just shining through the small window next to the bed, Lily heard the birds chirping outside. Really, this place is a paradise of nature, unlike the urban place where she lives with her parents. Lily sat up, peeking out through a window filled with the yellow wood grain of cockroach wings. The sky was clear, blue like the sea, the sound of leaves rustling at the edge of the forest was only a few meters away from where she sat.

System, I'd like to evolve. [DO YOU WISH TO EVOLVE?]

There were neat, small sticky notes poking out from almost every single chapter. I opened to the first marked page. In Maverick’s handwriting, there was a note that read: “Does page 14 mean the data moves faster if you shorten the string? Let me know if I got that right.” I stared at the note, my heart feeling so light that I felt like a teenager again. I looked up at him, completely stunned. "Maverick... did you buy a coding textbook?"