The First Time I Kicked Out a Villager
Ketchup, my idol-trainee duck and I are dating and happy. It's a new relationship, just a few weeks old. Everything is still SO intense around the relationship, they way they are in the early days of a relationship. It was the sort of energy that caused you to make mistakes.
And then someone new moved to town: Mott the Lion.
Mott dresses all preppy with a lettermen jacket. I didn't love the vibe: full-of-himself prep boy? He knows his future is bright, and he's kinda a jerk about it? Uh, no thanks. I wasn't going to befriend this lion, but I wasn't going to be an asshole to him.
I thought.
And yet I had never kicked anyone out! I didn't wanna be that mayor, who kicks people out just because they "aren't cute" or whatever.
BUT THEN
Mott picked a fight with Ketchup. And He Made Her Cry. I was livid. I had to take care of Ketchup first; that was the most important thing. But while Ketchup got her tears out, I decided that the time had come to exercise my powers as mayor. It was for the good of the community, and my beautiful Ketchup.
And so, after Mott went to bed that night, I crept out of my new two-room bungalow, and down to the village, my toolkit in hand.
When Mott woke the next morning, he found his house had a brick wall surrounding it. A lifeguard chair sat beside it, to make sure we could keep an eye on this troublemaker.
When Mott woke up the next morning, it took him a while to come outside. But when he did, I was waiting for him.
I put down a little custom design shop sign I'd gotten ready for just this moment. It had the words "EVICTION NOTICE" in a BIG yellow font. Underneath, the small text... but Mott didn't need to read it to get the point.
It was quiet for a few days around the village, as Ketchup and I, and our friends Frita and Drift, tried to help her heal after Mott had said such awful things to make her cry.
ut thankfully, it was just a few days before Hippeux came to the camp site, and agreed to buy Mott's property as-is. We gave Mott a Nook Mile Island ticket, and told him to get his butt off our island.
Last I heard, Mott used that ticket, and had been living on that deserted island by his lonesome. The airport doesn't remember where they set him down; they don't keep records of that kind of thing. So even though I later came to think I had over-reacted, I couldn't apologize. Couldn't track Mott down.
But I heard a rumour a while back that, purely by chance, someone else had used a Nook Miles Ticket, and met Mott. Brought him back to civilization, after we exiled him.
So if you meet a lion named Mott, and he mentions having on an island named Starfall, appologize to him for me, won't you?
















