Man, what a day! I swear, Little-Bray is a wild ride. So, I’m a furrier, right? Yeah, I know, sounds fancy, but it’s just me and my sewing machine, hustlin’ on Main Street.
Woke up late, of course. Alarm didn’t go off. Classic! Rushed outta bed, threw on my favorite flannel—y’know, the one with the coffee stains?—and bolted out the door. The sun was blazin’ over Little-Bray, like it was tryin’ to roast me alive.
First stop, the market on Maple Ave. I needed some supplies. The vibe there is always buzzing. People chattin’, kids runnin’ around, and the smell of fresh pastries. Ugh, I could’ve devoured a dozen croissants. But no time! I grabbed some fur scraps from old Mrs. Jenkins. She’s a character, always tryin’ to sell me her “vintage” stuff. I mean, c’mon, it’s just old fur!
Then, I headed to my shop on Elm Street. It’s a cozy little place, but today? Chaos! My buddy Tom, the tailor, was in there, and he was all flustered. “Dude, I need your help!” he yells. Turns out, he accidentally mixed up a wedding dress with a raccoon coat. Like, how do you even do that? I laughed so hard, I almost dropped my coffee.
After that, I had a client come in. This lady, right? She wanted a custom fur coat. But she was super picky. “I want it to be like a cloud,” she says. A cloud? Seriously? I’m not a magician! I told her, “Lady, I can’t make you float!” She didn’t laugh. Awkward.
Then, I got a call from my mom. She’s always worried about me. “Are you eating enough?” she asks. I’m like, “Mom, I’m a furrier, not a chef!” But I love her. She’s the best.
Later, I took a break and walked down to the park by the river. The view of the Little-Bray Bridge is stunning. I sat on a bench, just chillin’. But then, this squirrel came up to me. I swear, it was eyeing my sandwich. I was like, “Back off, dude!” But it just stared. I named him Sir Squeaks-a-lot.
On my way back, I bumped into my old high school buddy, Jake. He’s a musician now, playin’ gigs at The Rusty Nail. We talked about life, dreams, and how we both ended up in Little-Bray. It’s funny how this town brings people together.
But then, the day took a turn. I got back to my shop, and guess what? Someone had broken in! My sewing machine was gone! I was fuming! Who steals a sewing machine? I mean, c’mon! I called the cops, but they were like, “We’ll get to it.” Yeah, right.
So, I spent the rest of the day tryin’ to fix things up. I was mad, but then I remembered the squirrel. Sir Squeaks-a-lot would’ve been proud of me. I can’t let some thief ruin my vibe.
Finally, I closed up shop and headed to The Rusty Nail. Needed a drink after that rollercoaster. The place was packed, and Jake was on stage. He saw me and gave me a shout-out. “This one’s for my furrier friend!” Everyone cheered. I felt like a rockstar for a sec.
As I sipped my drink, I thought about Little-Bray. It’s quirky, it’s messy, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even with the craziness, I love this town.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in Little-Bray. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!