One day at the JoJa office, you and your co-workers were working really hard. Until you finally have had enough, you were getting tired of the long hours that turn into days, days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months, and mouths turn into years. you open your desk drawer to see a letter, a letter from your now dead grandfather, giving you the estate to his old farm in Pelican town. new people? a new place? even a farm!? wow, that is a lot to handle. you moved into pelican town and your grandfathers farm, and then you met him... a boy, a young boy... 21 years of age... THIS STORY IS NOT DONE BUT WILL BE CONTINUED. characters DO NOT belong to me, the charatacers belong to concerned ape.