Turning Over A New Leaf: Episode 6 – ‘Ram Samsam A Ram Samsam, Houdi Qouri Houdi Qouri Ram Samsam, Haykayay Yipi Yaykaye Ahou Ahou A Hikichi!’

Against my better judgement, tried the clothes shop again run by Sonic The Hedgehog’s sisters.

I think I have anger issues. I want to smash Sable’s head into that sewing machine so much. Lucky Fauna turned up. It’s impossible to feel mad if she’s around.

For once I didn’t march back out again with a head steaming full of various potential ways the Ables would meet their untimely demises, but tried a few items on and – cue drum roll – bought two.

The Twallan look – always gives the air of reassurance you know what you’re doing.

It could also be construed however as the Steve Dallas look however. Dilemma.

This looks rather mayorish, mayorial or whatever the right adjective is.  I’m sure it will come in useful when the weather gets colder. As now, it is far too hot for anything except a t-shirt.

As mayor, I suppose I ought to be setting an example of confidence in local small business enterprises by spending, even if I do think the Nooks are crooks and have Dalby’s economy stitched up around recycling and petty trading to force everyone to flock to the Lambchop duo (see what I did there?).

Now I have a house to fill with tasteless junk, at least I have an excuse.

There appears to be some evidence pointing towards a drug culture in Dalby, judging from comments by Bones.

Oh what? Spacing out? Could this be what causes that Cyrus to be sleeping all day in Re-tail?

Maybe that’s why Reece is so defensive about him. Poor Reece. Stuck with a worthless bum of a husband she’s having to run a bric-a-brac shop in order to pay for that scrag’s skag.

it would also explain Blathers.

Do you know the number of times I’ve gone to him to look at fossils or to donate fish and bugs, only for him to stand there looking at me blankly, opening his beak like he’s about to say something, only for there to be…

… nothing?

He looks so doped out half the time, jumpy the rest, has memory problems, wants to sleep all day, and only comes awake late at night which would be roundabout when his fix of whatever he’s getting punted wears off and his body starts craving to score.

It would also explain his fear of bugs. He’s probably seeing spiders crawling up the walls all the time in his state.

He came close to confessing to me today, but broke off.

Don’t worry, I understand. Admitting you have a problem is half the battle.

I think as well I’ve discovered who is behind it.

You suck at the Wordy Rappinghood, Katrina.

The Rieklings of Solstheim are much better at it.

At least the goora goora part sounds kinda right.

Okay, what was that supposed to be instead? Psychonaut ?

Is that it? That your best shot?

WHAT THE…

Okay I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m incredibly sorry I’m incredibly soggy pants sorry please don’t cast me into your evil pit of tentacles of everlasting doom and horribleness!

Em, I don’t think this cat’s got anything to do with drugs stronger than catnip if she’s making prophecies involving the police.

What? The best my fortune is ever going to be is nothing but pants?

WELL THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT!

Thank you Forrest Gump’s mum, that makes me feel a whole lot better.

Mmmm, don’t think she’s behind the local drug problem. I’ll need to investigate further.

On the bright side, I was heading for home after and ran into Camofrog, who was a lot friendlier this time.

I won’t be taking any of his advice though. He’s still to discover about the bees it seems.

There’s another cool way to get some goodies that doesn’t involve worrying about nasty stingers.

Almost forgot.

A proper roof over my head instead of canvas and a bright red post box. Yay!

Guess who turned up the second I was in the door?

Aw bless her little jangly footsteps wherever she goes.

It ain’t much…

…but it’s home!