A short (4 sim weeks) challenge written by Aislynne. The objective is to save your town’s Christmas Fair by completing a series of thematically related tasks. You can find the rules and original st...
There was something else that needed addressing by the temporary “head of household”: Someone had to take care of Plum, the family horse. Not just feed her, clean her stable and talk to her, but “move” the horse. Regular exercise was of utmost importance to Plum’s health, but Peggy had never shown much interest in learning how to ride. She was able to stay on and not provoke Plum into biting her, but that was about everything already.
Peggy: “Okay, we can do this! Right, Plum? All girls love horses, so I should be fine. Uh… can you go a bit slower, maybe? And shake a bit less? Shake A LOT less, I mean! Shit, shit, shit, this is about the worst time to realize that you’re not like other girls, Peggy Reed!!!”
(I used the “bike around” command, so Plum will go once around the neighborhood. Peggy has no control over her. And, no, Daniel didn’t expect her to do this, she just assumed it would be part of her duties.)
Oh, no, the friggin QLine, the bane of sims crossing the street in this neighborhood!
This time it was the 7:30 to Grand Boulevard, an automated carriage with no human driver, but an extensive array of sensors. Fortunately while its digital brain was still in the process of analyzing what exactly was crossing the track, the carriage was already slowing down on account of whatever it was being alive.
Peggy and Plum crossed the street and entered the Anderson property.
…and heard about Peggy’s adventure riding Plum, he wondered whether Parenting was perhaps a skill that didn’t translate well from a professional environment to home. Hadn’t he won a teaching award recently? And hadn’t Emma turned out well? So why had he suddenly displaced his common sense when it came to his own blood?
Peggy: “I’m sorry, father. I’m letting everyone down… All I could think of was that stupid school party. In my mad quest to save the Snowflake Gala, I endangered my family. I will tell the others to go home and let it be. Okay?”
Daniel: “First you come here!” *hugs*
Daniel: “Second, no, don’t drop the Snowflake Gala! Your other father and me talked yesterday, and we have a gut feeling that someone wants to sabotage your party, to make people feel unhappy.”
Daniel: “But you’re right, little mouse, something has to change. You must realize that being in charge doesn’t mean to do anything on your own. You can, no, you must, delegate tasks, and if you don’t know what orders to give, you can always come to us for advice. Adults do that all the time, you just don’t notice.”
Peggy: “Really?”
Daniel: “Well, not all the time. When I was younger, I was prone to acting before talking, myself. I thought I was all alone and when I trusted someone, that someone let me down, only reinforcing the idea that I had to handle everything on my own.”