ARPG Memory - Barn Raising
[ FRENCH ]
Melka se promenait comme Ă son habitude, fouillant chaque recoin quâelle trouvait et cherchant de nouvelles babioles Ă montrer Ă ses amis et dont elle pourrait leur parler pendant des heures, pour leur plus grand malheur. Alors quâelle continuait sa petite routine dâaventuriĂšre du dimanche, elle passa devant une petite ferme rouge quâelle regarda quelques instants avant de reprendre sa route⊠ce quâelle aurait fait si une voix derriĂšre son dos ne lâinterpelait pas, paniquĂ©e.
« Jeune fille, tu tombes Ă point ! Il faut que tu mâaides, câest urgent ! » dit un Ă©trange Arborling, tout en sâapprochant de Melka et en prenant ses pattes, la regardant dâun air sincĂšre et inquiet.
Cela ne manqua pas de surprendre Melka ! Elle nâavait jamais rencontrĂ© lâĂ©trange femme qui venait de lâappeler Ă lâaide si soudainement. NâĂ©tant pas vraiment du genre Ă sâarrĂȘter en chemin pour aider les gens en dĂ©tresse, elle tenta dâesquiver la tĂąche que lâArborling tentait de lui confier tout en retirant ses petites pattes.
« Ah⊠DĂ©solĂ©e, mais jâai plein de choses Ă faire ! Une aventuriĂšre comme moi est tellement surchargĂ©e, vous nâimaginez mĂȘme pas ! » dit-elle tout en tentant de partir discrĂštement, avec un rire mal Ă lâaise.
Mais le regard de la fermiĂšre qui lâavait appelĂ© Ă©tait tellement plaintif quâil suffisait Ă lui tout seul Ă convaincre une Ă©goĂŻste comme Melka. Incapable de rĂ©sister, la Strudel poussa finalement un long soupir.
« Dâaccord, dâaccord⊠Je dois bien avoir cinq petites minutes devant moi⊠»
Les paroles de Melka redonnĂšrent instantanĂ©ment le sourire Ă lâArborling, ce qui ne fut pas le cas de la petite Strudel qui elle, avait lâimpression de sâĂȘtre bien faite avoir !
« -Merci ! Jâte remercie beaucoup ! Câest quoi ton nom, au fait ? demanda la fermiĂšre.
-Câest Melka⊠rĂ©pondit-elle, un poil ennuyĂ©e.
-Ok, Melka ! Moi, câest Dahlia ! »
AprÚs cette brÚve présentation, le sourire de Dahlia laissa à nouveau place à un visage plus inquiet.
« Mes animaux ont de ces reniflements, en ce moment ! Câest un carnage. Je pensais que ça passerait avec un peu de soin, mais ça devient de pire en pire, et voilĂ quâils sây mettent tous ! » dit Dahlia, tout en se grattant la tĂȘte, confuse. « Tâaccepterais de mâaider ? »
Melka afficha un air dĂ©boussolĂ©. Prendre soin dâanimaux malades ? Câest Ă peine si elle Ă©tait capable de prendre soin de ses plantes !
« -Beh⊠Jâimagine que je vais voir ce que je peux faireâŠ
-Tu me sauves ! »
Et tout en disant ça, Dahlia lâemmena dans la ferme oĂč Melka put constater le dĂ©sordre: les animaux, tous plus malades les uns que les autres ! Un festival dâĂ©ternuements et de reniflements prenait place dans la ferme, donnant un triste spectacle qui ferait ressentir de la compassion aux plus insensibles. LâArborling sâapprocha dâune Mini Moo et commença Ă prendre soin dâelle.
« Jâmâen occupe comme je peux depuis ce matin, mais je peux pas ĂȘtre partout Ă la fois⊠» dit-elle en regardant Melka. « Tu voudrais bien tâoccuper du bout de chou juste ici ?" continua-t-elle en pointant de la patte un Counting Sheep avec la goutte au nez.
Melka regarda le Couting Sheep.
« Ah⊠Ouais, bien sĂ»r ! Je vais mâen occuper ! » dit-elle, tentant de paraĂźtre confiante malgrĂ© le fait quâelle ne savait pas du tout comment sây prendre.
Elle sâapprocha de lâanimal en question, qui ne manqua pas de lui Ă©ternuer Ă la figure avant dâeffectuer un reniflement bruyant. Melka, dĂ©goĂ»tĂ©e, sâessuya la face.
« Beurk⊠La vie de fermiĂšre, câest pas pour moi ! » chuchota-t-elle, en regardant autour dâelle pour trouver de quoi soigner la pauvre bĂȘte.
Ă force de tĂąter le sol avec ses pattes, elle finit par trouver quelques objets de soin dans la paille, qui semblaient avoir Ă©tĂ© utilisĂ©s un peu plus tĂŽt par Dahlia. Sans hĂ©siter, elle les prit et tenta maladroitement de les utiliser sur le Couting Sheep. Elle commença par utiliser un thermomĂštre quâelle mit dans la bouche de lâanimal, sans vraiment savoir comment interprĂ©ter le rĂ©sultat. 40°C, câest beaucoup ou pas pour un tel animal ? Melka nâavait aucune connaissance de ce type de choses pour un Strudel, Ă©tant donnĂ© quâelle ne tombait que trĂšs rarement malade, alors pour un mouton !
« Bon⊠On va dire que câest une petite fiĂšvre ! » sâexclama Melka.
Elle utilisa ensuite une petite bouillotte quâelle posa sur le front de lâanimal puis le caressa un peu, pendant quelques minutes, avant de conclure que câĂ©tait bon. Elle se tourna vers Dahlia.
« Et maintenant, je fais quoi ? Je peux partir ? Je suis sûre que tout est ok, maintenant ! » dit-elle, impatiente de repartir à la chasse au trésor.
Dahlia termina de caresser doucement la Mini Moo dont elle Ă©tait en train de sâoccuper, avant de se relever et de se tourner doucement vers Melka.
« -Bouge pas, jeune fille ! Je vais leur préparer un petit remÚde maison qui devrait les soulager un peu !
-Du coup, je peux partir⊠» Melka nâeĂ»t mĂȘme pas le temps de terminer sa phrase que Dahlia Ă©tait partie prĂ©parer ce fameux remĂšde, malheureusement pour elle. « Super, encore bloquĂ©e ici⊠» marmonna-t-elle, avant de retourner veiller sur le Counting Sheep.
MalgrĂ© son agacement, elle commençait Ă sâattacher au petit mouton Ă mesure quâelle le caressait. Elle Ă©tait certes bloquĂ©e ici, mais ĂȘtre utile aux animaux ne lui semblait pas si mal, en fin de compte. Comme Dahlia prenait tout son temps, Melka alla sâoccuper un peu des autres bĂȘtes, toujours avec son manque de professionnalisme consternant dont elle avait de moins en moins conscience Ă mesure quâelle se prenait au jeu. Finalement, la vĂ©ritable fermiĂšre revint avec une bonne marmite dans les bras.
« Ăa devrait les apaiser, un peu ! » dit-elle.
Dahlia confia un peu du potage Ă Melka, et les deux filles se mirent Ă nourrir les animaux, un peu rĂ©ticents Ă avaler Ă©tant donnĂ© le mauvais goĂ»t de la concoction. Tout ce qui soigne nâest pas bon, câest la triste rĂ©alitĂ© ! AprĂšs quelques minutes Ă faire cela, la marmite Ă©tait presque vidĂ©e et la fermiĂšre se tourna vers Melka, souriante.
« -Tâas bien assurĂ© ! Merci, tu mâas enlevĂ© une sacrĂ©e Ă©pine du pied. Les animaux on lâair dâaller un peu mieux, leur manque plus que quelques jours de repos !Â
-Oh, câest trois fois rien ! Hum, câest pas tout maisâŠ! Je peux repartir, maintenant ?» rĂ©pondit Melka.
Dahlia afficha un sourire malicieux, avant de finalement rire un bon coup.
« Mais bien sûr ! Merci encore ! » lui dit-elle.
Et sur ces remerciements, Melka repartit chercher des bibelots Ă ramener Ă la maison.
[ ENGLISH ]
(This is a translation of the french text ; English isn't my native language so some things may sound weird or be wrong. Sorry about that !)
Melka walked around as she always did, searching every nook and cranny she could find and looking for new trinkets to show her friends that she could talk to them about for hours, to their great misfortune. As she continued her little hobbyist adventurous routine, she passed a small red farmhouse that she looked at for a few moments before retaking her journey... which she would have done if a voice behind her back did not call out to her in panic.
"Young lady, you're just in time ! You have to help me, it's urgent !" said a strange Arborling, as she approached Melka and took her paws, looking at her with a sincere and worried look.
This did not fail to surprise Melka ! She had never met the strange woman who had just called her for help so suddenly. Because she was not really the type of person to stop along the way to help people in distress, she tried to dodge the task the Arborling was trying to give her while taking her little paws off.
"Ah... Sorry, but I have a lot to do ! An adventuress like me is so overloaded, you can't even imagine !" she says while trying to leave discreetly, with an uncomfortable laugh.
But the farmer's eye that had called her was so plaintive that it was enough on its own to convince a selfish girl like Melka. Unable to resist, the Strudel finally sighed long.
"All right, all right... I guess I have five minutes to myselfâŠ"
Melka's words instantly put a smile back on the Arborling's face, which was not the case of the little Strudel, who felt she had been well fooled !
"-Thank you! Thank you so much! What's your name, by the way ? asked the farmer.
-Itâs Melka... she replied, a bit annoyed.
-Okay, Melka ! I'm Dahlia !"
After this brief presentation, Dahlia's smile disappeared to display a more worried face.
"My animals have big sniffs at the moment ! Itâs really terrible. I thought it would be okay with a little care, but it's getting worse and worse, and now they're all getting into it !" Dahlia said, scratching her head, confused. "Would you help me ?"
Melka looked confused. Caring for sick animals ? She was barely able to take care of her plants.
"-Well... I guess I'll see what I can do...
-Youâre saving me !"
And while saying that, Dahlia took her to the farm where Melka could see the disorder: the animals, all so sick ! A festival of sneezing and snorting took place on the farm, giving a sad spectacle that would make the most insensitive person feel compassion. The Arborling approached a Mini Moo and began to take care of it.
"I've been taking care of it as best I can this morning, but I can't be everywhere at once..." she says looking at Melka. "Would you take care of the little one right here ?" she continued, pointing a Counting Sheep with the drop on its nose.
Melka watched the Couting Sheep.
"Ah... Yeah, of course! I'll take care of it !" she says, trying to seem confident despite the fact that she didn't know how to do it at all.
She approached the animal , which did not fail to sneeze in her face before making a noisy sniff. Melka, disgusted, wiped her face.
"Ew... Farm life is not for me !" she whispered, looking around to find something to cure the poor beast.
By dint of feeling the ground with her paws, she ends up finding some care objects in the straw, which seemed to have been used a little earlier by Dahlia. Without hesitation, she took them and clumsily tried to use them on the Couting Sheep. She started by using a thermometer that she put in the animal's mouth, without really knowing how to interpret the result. 104°F, is that a lot or not for this kind of animal ? Melka had no knowledge of this type of thing for a Strudel, since she only rarely fell ill, letâs not even speak of a sheep !
"Well... Let's say it's a little fever !" Melka exclaimed.
She then used a small hot water bottle which she placed on the animal's forehead and caressed it a little, for a few minutes, before concluding that it was done. She turned to Dahlia.
"And now what do I do ? Can I go now ? I'm sure everything's okay !" she says, eager to go back on the treasure hunt.
Dahlia finished gently stroking the Mini Moo she was taking care of, before getting up and slowly turning towards Melka.
"-Don't move, young lady ! I'll make them a little homemade remedy that should give them a little relief.
-So I can leave..." Melka did not even have time to finish her sentence that Dahlia had gone to prepare this famous remedy, unfortunately for her. "Great, still stuck here..." she muttered, before returning to watch over the Counting Sheep.
Despite her irritation, she began to attach herself to the little sheep as she cuddled it. She was stuck here, but being useful to the animals didn't seem so bad after all. As Dahlia took a long time, Melka went to take care of the other animals, always with her appalling lack of professionalism of which she was less and less aware as she became more and more involved in the thing. Finally, the real farmer came back with a good pot in her arms.
"That should soothe them, a little !" she said.
Dahlia gave Melka some of the soup, and the two girls started feeding the animals, that were a little reluctant to swallow given the bad taste of the concoction. Not everything that heals is good, it's the sad reality ! After a few minutes of doing this, the pot was almost empty and the farmer turned towards Melka, smiling.
"-You did good ! Thanks, you took one hell of a thorn out of my side. The animals look a little better, they just need some days of rest now !Â
-Oh, thatâs perfectly fine ! Um, that's not all, but...! Can I go back now ?" Melka replied.
Dahlia smiled maliciously, before finally laughing her head off.
"Of course ! Thanks again !" she said to her.
And on these thanks, Melka went back to look for knick-knacks to take home.