Tuesday Morning ish – I'm in a field – Mood: Bored

Scotty found me an apple. I'm slightly less hungry now. I'm trying to fill in one of the holes a creeper made in one of my fields, but my cow, Rebecca, keeps climbing inside it. What is the saying? Curiosity killed the cow? Probably.

She keeps nudging me with her big wet nose.

“Stop doing it rebecca. Get out of the hole so I can fix it!”

She is looking at me now, and moo-ing sadly.

Can she understand me?

Nah, she's a cow.

Maybe I should stop yelling angrily at my cow.

“Sorry, Rebecca.”

Tuesday Afternoon – Arrrrrgh! - Mood: Arrrrrrrgh!

Scotty, being the helpful person he is, has gone to the nearby village of Heredock to see if he can find something 'more interesting' to do. Although I could use his help, I'm a bit glad that he isn't here complaining about how 'boring life is'.

Then again, I could really use his help right now.

Why? Because my sheep have escaped! One of the creepers has blown up the fence to the sheep pen and the crafty sheep have used the time to make a run for it!

I'll make a list of my sheep here and tick them off once I have found them:

Roger, the black sheep – Found him in the nearby river! He's a soggy sheep now.

Sarah, the white sheep – Found her under a tree.

Bob, the orange sheep – Found him standing on top of the tree (how did he get up there?!)

Jake, the blue sheep – Was eating flowers on a nearby hill. I think he will get a tummy ache.

Samantha, the purple sheep – Found her inside my house! She was asleep under my table.

Phil, the brown sheep - didn't actually escape. Stayed inside the pen like a good sheep.

Sheepy, the yellow sheep – Found in the mine nearby, trying to eat rocks and failing.

Sheepy 2, the red sheep – With Sheepy, trying to lick some coal.

The Sheepanator, the pink sheep – She was walking towards Heredock! I managed to get her back though.

OK! Let's go round these sheep up! I can do it!

Tuesday Evening – Back home – Mood: So...sleepy

Running around after sheep all day is very tiring. Who knew they could run so fast? But I managed to get them all back! In fact, I even managed to get another sheep, that I have named Julie. Her wool is still white, but I have some dyes somewhere that will make swift work of that. I'm thinking she can be a green sheep. Yeah, it would match her eyes.

Someone is knocking on my door! It better not be Scotty begging me to make him dinner again.

Tuesday Evening – Still at Home – Mood: Confused.

It wasn't Scotty outside my door. Instead, it was an old man with a long white beard. He wore a purple robe and had a long wooden staff in one hand that looked like it was made from twisted tree roots. He looked at me with eyes as purple as his robe, stretched out his arms and said in a booming voice:

“I am Abraham, Great Wizard of the Forest, Elder of the Magic Council, Savior of the Diamond Realm, Juggler of Eggs, Maker of Slightly Burned Cakes, Quite-handy-with-a-Spade! Can you help me?”

I frowned. He seemed really weird. For a second I thought he was trying to sell me something. “Hello, Abraham...er...Great whatsit of the thingy,” I said. “What do you need help with?”

“I am on a quest!” he replied. “A quest of great importance! A quest that if I do not complete, it will surely be the end of us all!”

“Ah, OK,” I replied. “How can I help?”

Abraham leaned in close, beckoning me over, as if he planned to whisper in my ear. I moved forward slowly, reluctantly.

“Do you know where I can find the one they call Scotty? For he is destined to save the world!”

Yeah, you heard me right. Scotty is 'destined to save the world.'

Of course he is.

I told the wizard to go and check out Heredock, as Scotty was probably there, and then closed the door in his stupid bearded face.

I'm not angry. No, no. I'm just confused. I mean, why does Scotty get 'destined' to save the world, and all I am destined to do is fix my house over and over again? I mean, Scotty can't even make a sandwich without burning it! How is he going to save the world?

I could make sandwiches and save the world.

I just don't want to.

I'm far too busy.

I've got a farm to run and a house to extend.

I don't care. The old man is gone now, so I can focus on trying to get some sleep.

I am still tired from saving sheep all day anyway.

I don't have time to save the world.

I mean, I could save the world if I wanted to.

Maybe I will, some other day.

Not today, though.

I'm going to sleep.

Stupid Scotty.