 The Tombola Guy Takes a Vacation
by _cherry_kisses_
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It was blistering hot, and mid-July.
Each day was the same for the Tombola Guy.
He’d watch all visitors put in a hoof, paw, or hand
to pull out a ticket in hopes of prizes so grand.
He’d then give them sand or a keyring or two,
or maybe even a book about the Island Rock Pool.
Sometimes he’d need to take donations for a bit,
as running a daily is quite the Neopoint pit.
That day, as a Kougra scampered away with a prize,
the Tombola Guy began to put up his sign:
“Closed. Back in an hour or so,” it always said,
but he stopped for a moment, scratching his head.
“Wait a minute,” he thought, “Why such a short break?
That’s not enough time to practice Yooyuball or bake!”
Why can’t a guy take more than a little breather?
I can never train my HP or see friends either.”
“Everyone stops for a moment, and then they leave.
Surely, I deserve more than such a short reprieve.
I bet no one remembers how I was once cursed.
And I just realised I never even changed my shirt!”
He paced for a moment, then made up his mind.
Mystery Island summer heat isn’t so kind.
“I’m leaving right now; I’m leaving today!
I don’t care what anyone else has to say!”
So he packed up his things: a plushie, a hat.
He marched away from the hut, and that was that.
Visitors began coming back at the usual time,
but instead of tickets and prizes, what did they find?
A note tacked onto the hut that clearly read:
“Closed. Back in a week. I have plans instead.
Get your freebies from Tarla or visit Naia’s Fountain.
As for me, I’ll be on the slopes of Terror Mountain.”
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