The Weird and Wacky World of Stardew Valley

Chapter 8: Not So Eggscelent

Dear Sprig,

Tomorrow, we're holding the egg festival in the town square. If you'd like to attend, the Invitation starts at 9AM and ends in 2PM. You wouldn't want to miss the annual easter egg hunt, would you?

-Mayor Lewis.

"What do you mean I can't help the festival's preparation?" Sprig complained while presenting the letter he received yesterday. Facing him was one steadfast Mayor Lewis.

"I'm sorry, Sprig, but we already have it under control. The last time I let everyone organized a festival altogether, it went completely off the rails. The management mayhem, oh lord the chaos, the people's disappointments..." The mayor's gaze turned blank, his mouth slowly gaped itself open. It appeared Lewis' PTSD just kicked in, hearing the past loud screams, gunfires, and explosions of the aforementioned fiasco, trapped inside his mind... forever... and ever... "So, yeah, I can't let you in. Go home, wait until 9AM, and you can finally come to the festival like everyone else. Besides, I've already assigned your preparation role for another festival in autumn."

The one time Sprig offered his community service, the Town wouldn't allow it. Here the Mayor stood before the town's entrance, behind him was a construction barrier, blockading the farmer's access into the main square, and hiding away the event's preparation progress. Well, at least Lewis had confirmed some needed facts, of each festival having their own selected coordinators. This literal roadblock unfortunately laid beyond Sprig's capabilities, he obeyed the Mayor's request, as passing the time became his only option now.

Hence, Sprig dragged away his deflated headspace, commencing his brief return home. To say he over-equipped himself for the seasonal event, was an understatement. The farmer anticipated the egg festival so much, that he believed his dandelion and daffodil foraging could prepare him for the easter egg hunt competition. Caroline's words be piercing its mark like an arrow, the crop field currently hosted every flower she had recommended, topping it off with her husband's speed-gro fertilizer implementation, and Sprig's flower dance quest had been lowered into a mere sentry duty; keeping those young petal-less produce safe from rodents, diseases, and spreading weeds. He had but one day left, the anticipation of seeing his first all-floral harvest went through the roof, as he could imagine the colorful landscape painted by the many different flower collections standing across his own front door.

"Man, that fence and scarecrow sure held up quite well," Sprig commented on his newly built farming utilities. He couldn't have done it without Hop Pop's advice.

Though, a single comment couldn't possibly solve his persisting problem, precisely his 'time-killing' problem. Sprig's necessary chores were already finished, the scarecrow was already doing its job, and every corner of the house had been polished. Time currently struck at 7AM, he questioned the activity choices he had once he entered the house. Whatever it might be, he set up a two-hour alarm to make it absolutely sure he wouldn't miss the festival's opening hours.

"Anything good on TV?" Sprig sat himself on the couch. Facing the CRT television, he observed the latest Stardew Valley programs.

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"Welcome to KOZU 5... your number one source for weather, news, and entertainment. And now, the weather forecast for tomorrow... it's going to be a beautiful sunny day!"

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"If you're lucky, you might find some wild horseradish growin' around town. These sell for a little something."

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"I'm Aribson Wellen, bringing you latest headline from Cherry News: Several scientists have discovered a new sickness type spreading throughout the local insect wildlife..."