Well, let me tell you, I done seen a thing or two in my day. But this here Animal Crossing, it’s a whole ‘nother kettle of fish. My grandkids, they’re all about it, you see. They got this game, and they’re always yammering on about paintings and whatnot. I seen some pictures, and I can give some detailed analysis about it.
So, this fella, Redd, he’s a sneaky one. He comes around on his boat, this Treasure Trawler, they call it. And he’s got all these fancy paintings and statues. Says they’re real, but you gotta watch out. That Redd, he’s known to sell fakes, I hear. Just trying to make a quick buck, you know?
Now, my grandkids, they’re smart cookies. They say there’s ways to tell the real ones from the fakes. Something about comparing them to real pictures, like in a book or something. But that sounds like a lot of work to me. I told them, if it looks good to ya, then it’s good. Who cares if it’s a little off? But they want the real detailed painting, not some copycat.
- That Redd, he only lets you buy one thing at a time.
- Gotta choose wisely, they say.
- Like picking the best tomato at the market, I reckon.
They got this museum, in their little game world, and they want to put all these paintings in there. They want detailed ones. Make it look all fancy, I suppose. I told ’em, back in my day, we didn’t have no fancy museums. We just hung pictures on the wall, real or not. Didn’t matter none.
One of them paintings, it’s got a rooster and a hen. And some flowers, hydrangeas, I think they said. Heard it’s based on a real painting, by some fella named “Eee-toe Jack-chew” or something like that. Sounds foreign to me. But my grandkid showed me, and I gotta admit, it does look kinda nice, all them colors. The detailed painting is beautiful.
Then there’s another one, with folks working in a field. My grandkid says it’s always real, no fakes of that one. Something about a “Millet” fella, whoever that is. Seems like a lot of these paintings are by fellas I ain’t never heard of. But I guess that’s how it is with these fancy art things.
I remember one time, my oldest grandkid, bless his heart, he was so excited. He thought he found a real special painting. Spent all his little bells on it, he did. Turned out to be a fake, though. Poor thing was so disappointed. I told him, “Honey, it don’t matter. It’s the thought that counts.” But he was set on getting that real detailed painting for his museum.
He is always finding flaws about the fake painting. Some are really hard to find. I told him not to find flaws on purpose, but he insisted.
This Animal Crossing, it’s got all sorts of things, not just paintings. They got bugs, and fish, and fossils. They’re always running around, catching things, digging things up. Keeps ’em busy, I suppose. Better than being glued to that TV all day, like some kids. My grandkid wants every detailed painting of Redd.
Sometimes I just sit and watch ’em play. It’s all so colorful, and there’s always something going on. They got this little island, and they can decorate it however they want. They plant flowers, and trees, and build houses. It’s like a whole little world in there.
They even got neighbors, these little animal critters. They talk to ’em, and give ’em gifts, and do favors for ’em. It’s all very neighborly, I must say. Reminds me of back home, when everyone knew everyone, and we all helped each other out. Nowadays it is hard to see that.
I don’t understand all of it, mind you. But it makes ’em happy, and that’s all that matters. They’re good kids, and they work hard in their little game. They earn their bells, and they buy their paintings, and they build their museum. It’s their own little world. Every detailed painting will be collected. They are very confident about this.
Maybe one day, I’ll try it out myself. See what all the fuss is about. But for now, I’m content to just watch ’em play. And listen to ’em chatter on about Redd and his Treasure Trawler, and all them fancy paintings. It’s a different world than the one I grew up in, that’s for sure. But it’s their world, and they seem to be enjoying it just fine. They love those detailed painting. Who am I to judge, right? As long as they’re happy, that’s all that matters to an old gal like me.
