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        𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑. 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐖. 𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐊 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐄𝐑, 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐘𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒.

        𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐉𝐎𝐉𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏. 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓? 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘, 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃, 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑. 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃. 𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄. 𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐄𝐑. 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐎.

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        "I am turning in my two weeks notice." Amos said, almost scornfully, to his boss.

        "Pack up then. Move it or lose it."

        "You might want to clean up that corpse in the cubicle next to mine, lest you catch a case." Amos' piercing green eyes and placid expression took the boss off guard. Amos was known to be quite laconic, and that was the most he'd ever heard the man speak. Amos left the office with a slight grin on his face, basking in the glory of dominance over an opponent. He honestly hoped Joja caught a case. 

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        Amos walked into his new home, Pelican Town, with low expectations. He figured if he set the bar low enough, there would be nothing that could disappoint him too badly.

        The townspeople were generally nice. As soon as he stepped onto the sidewalk he was greeted by a middle aged woman named Jodi, who presented him with a fish casserole. She was absolutely adorable, with big, friendly doe eyes and a dainty smile. He could not bring himself to tell her that he did not like casseroles. Instead, he thanked her in a charming voice, touching her hand lightly and threw her a smile that did not quite reach his eyes.

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        The Mayor, Lewis, opened the gate into Amos' inheritance for him. The old coot hadn't stopped talking about the good ol' days with Amos' grandfather yet. At this point, Amos wasn't really even listening anyway, issuing an mhm every once in a while. He was more interested in surveying the land, his mind already beginning to manifest big plans for this inheritance.

        His eyes widened as they stepped into the main part of the property. It had grown up since he'd spent his last night at grandpa's. The cabin was shabby, but nothing he couldn't handle, and the mere sight of it brought on a feeling of nostalgia that was quite refreshing. He did not say as much to Lewis. 

        The carpenter was there too. A fire-headed woman that Amos hadn't quite caught the name of. She remained in his good faith until she made a backhanded remark about his cabin. He smiled and assured her that soon enough it would be "crusty" no longer. He also made a mental note that her name was not worth learning.