Let It Rain Feathers

The anticipation overflows,
You can feel it in the air,
The stands are set, the contests planned,
It’s time for the Bell Tree fair.
A crowd is growing by the gate,
A hundred faces filled with glee,
Their excited voices drown out all sound,
Until the mood shifts suddenly.

Hungry eyes lock on a stand,
As the fairground turns silent,
It’s filled with things that are worth a lot,
And even turn some violent.
What might it be, you ask,
That causes this reaction?
What items are so rare and valuable,
Evoking such passion and attraction?

Hands are almost zombie like,
As they stretch towards the prizes,
An array of flawless and bright feathers,
Of many colours and sizes.
The gate opens finally,
And the masses begin to pour in,
Rushing to each stand and event,
Doing all they can to win.

But where is the fun in that,
Playing only for the tickets?
In their desperation for rare treasures,
They’ve lost the true fair spirit.
The organisers are in a slump,
They don’t know what to do,
To bring back the former joy of the fair,
And end all this ado.

Until a wave of inspiration hits,
When they think about the game.
How in Animal Crossing Festivale,
Feathers fall from the sky like rain.
Before too long the plan is set,
And the feathers are adrift,
Countless feathers of every colour,
A special Bell Tree gift.