Turning Over A New Leaf: Episode 4 – ‘No Sheep Till Dalby’

I’ve come to a bit of a junction with my dealings with Dalby.

Have got used to the officialdom around the place: Isabelle – my Sir Humphrey – isn’t as neurotic as I first thought, Blathers at the museum is sweet enough, especially as I’m bringing him lots of goodies for display, and Pelly at the Post Office directed me into getting a free palm tree lamp (I may even find a use for it one day).

What a pity that Blathers is such a blouse over bugs that I need to give them to him as a job lot or with fish or fossils so he doesn’t freak out. Not sure how to give mouth to mouth to an owl if he faints.

As Kevin has reminded me for the hundreth time, there aren’t enough fossils in the musuem.

Or at least what I’m getting is lots of bits of completely different skeletons, but nothing to make a set. When you can only get a maximum of four fossils a day – and there’s the possibility of getting duplicates – I fear this is going to take a while before I get anywhere near a big dinosaur skeleton, so I’m going to have Kevin (and a few others) with a bone to pick for a while.

Does anyone know what this butt lazy lambchop with the ten foot long duck ass quiff does except for sleep at his desk all day? Pink Lambchop blew a fuse when I tried to wake him, saying something about him resting after working so hard.

Working so hard doing what? Digging an escape tunnel out of town in the twilight hours? Is that what those plans he’s got all over the place are about?

I think that must be the ultimate dread for the outside world – one day there will be an mass outbreak from Dalby.

Meh, maybe I should let them escape. Ungrateful skeets!

Em, she’s not going to start talking about burning things again at this point…

Isabelle has told me one thing solid which I can also do to improve the town, and that is to increase the number of plants.

Okay smarty pooch, where do I get more plants from?

One improvement I could do, send all the residents in town a ‘hello’ letter.

Letter writing is a big deal around here, even though everyone lives on top of one another. A regular letter writing habit to all can make the difference between building good relationships with the villagers or not from the outset.

When in Rome, or rather when in Dalby…

In the meantime:

I think I’d best leave giving this one to Blathers until I find something else tomorrow, don’t you?!