Twelfth PSI
[for household]
What is that horrible racket at 5:30 in the morning?
If you stumble downstairs to check out the noise, you can find Lucas standing on top of a chair yanking at the smoke detector in an increasing state of panic as time passes and the noise continues. On the stove is a pan of frying bacon that wasn't actually burned when the smoke detector began to go off, but certainly is now.]
[for Free]
In lieu of breakfast, there is, instead, a large steak meal sitting on the table around lunchtime with a small bouquet of flowers in a vase.
[for the Netherlands]
The doorbell rings at approximately 3:00 in the afternoon. No one will be there when the door is answered, but there is a wrapped present, a card, and a bouquet of sunflowers. The present is a small stack of artwork featuring Miffy in generally cute poses, including sitting in a field of flowers, having a picnic with assorted other animals, and tucked into bed sleeping peacefully. They seem to improve, skill-wise, as they progress chronologically. The card reads as follows.
"Dear Mr. Netherlands,
I never thought I could ever tell about everything that happened at home. It would be too hard. And part of me just wanted to forget that any of it had happened . . . When you asked to know about it, though, telling you just felt like the right thing to do. And now, since someone does know, it's almost a lot easier. I don't know why, but burying everything just made it a lot worse. Thank you.
Anyway, you told me a while ago that today is Father's Day. My dad is still alive, and I do love him a lot, but he's not here, so I'll have to hope that he knows it without me telling him. But in Mayfield . . . It's been you who's been there for me all the time. It hasn't been very long since I got here, but I can't imagine life without you. And even though you're not really my dad, people call their home country their 'motherland', right? So you can be my fatherland.
So if you're sure it isn't weird . . . Happy Father's Day. I love you.
Ik ho van jou,
Lucas"
[and finally, for everyone]
Um. It looks like the same thing that happened on Mother's Day is happening again, but backwards, right?
. . . Does anyone know if, maybe there's a Children's Day? That might be fun. Actually, Mr. America said his birthday is coming up soon, right, which means that it's a pretty big holiday for this world, too. Are there any other big ones we should all know about? And are there any really cool holidays from other worlds that people want to share? Maybe we could celebrate them together even if the town doesn't.
What is that horrible racket at 5:30 in the morning?
If you stumble downstairs to check out the noise, you can find Lucas standing on top of a chair yanking at the smoke detector in an increasing state of panic as time passes and the noise continues. On the stove is a pan of frying bacon that wasn't actually burned when the smoke detector began to go off, but certainly is now.]
[for Free]
In lieu of breakfast, there is, instead, a large steak meal sitting on the table around lunchtime with a small bouquet of flowers in a vase.
[for the Netherlands]
The doorbell rings at approximately 3:00 in the afternoon. No one will be there when the door is answered, but there is a wrapped present, a card, and a bouquet of sunflowers. The present is a small stack of artwork featuring Miffy in generally cute poses, including sitting in a field of flowers, having a picnic with assorted other animals, and tucked into bed sleeping peacefully. They seem to improve, skill-wise, as they progress chronologically. The card reads as follows.
"Dear Mr. Netherlands,
I never thought I could ever tell about everything that happened at home. It would be too hard. And part of me just wanted to forget that any of it had happened . . . When you asked to know about it, though, telling you just felt like the right thing to do. And now, since someone does know, it's almost a lot easier. I don't know why, but burying everything just made it a lot worse. Thank you.
Anyway, you told me a while ago that today is Father's Day. My dad is still alive, and I do love him a lot, but he's not here, so I'll have to hope that he knows it without me telling him. But in Mayfield . . . It's been you who's been there for me all the time. It hasn't been very long since I got here, but I can't imagine life without you. And even though you're not really my dad, people call their home country their 'motherland', right? So you can be my fatherland.
So if you're sure it isn't weird . . . Happy Father's Day. I love you.
Ik ho van jou,
Lucas"
[and finally, for everyone]
Um. It looks like the same thing that happened on Mother's Day is happening again, but backwards, right?
. . . Does anyone know if, maybe there's a Children's Day? That might be fun. Actually, Mr. America said his birthday is coming up soon, right, which means that it's a pretty big holiday for this world, too. Are there any other big ones we should all know about? And are there any really cool holidays from other worlds that people want to share? Maybe we could celebrate them together even if the town doesn't.