Lost, lost again! Left is wheat, right is wheat, front is wheat, back is wheat too! How am I supposed to tell…
Lost, lost again!
Left is wheat, right is wheat, front is wheat, back is wheat too! How am I supposed to tell north from south? Whoosh—there are always people sleeping in the wheat field day and night. I couldn't see clearly at night and stepped on someone by accident. She yelled "ghost," and I yelled "ghost" too. What a damned mess!
But it's a funny way to make friends. I've stayed with the local villagers for days. Their high-rotation waterwheels move with water power, and those wheat baskets and sickles are so interesting! I helped them with loads of farm work—my back is killing me! But the food they gave me tasted amazing.
They said Gracetown ahead serves Lily Bulb Noodles and Scallion Pancake. It's also Community Festival time! After finishing this baked pancake, I'm heading there.
Heaven help me, don't let me get lost again!