Old Man Mcgucket Stops Playing His Banjo At 8. Nobody Really Knows Why. All They Know Is That When It’s

old man mcgucket stops playing his banjo at 8. nobody really knows why. all they know is that when it’s 8 o clock, he stops playing his banjo and goes inside to work on something else. and when i say “nobody” that includes fiddleford himself. he doesn’t really remember why he can’t play his banjo past 8, but what he does know is that it’s a firm rule. even if there’s nobody there to enforce it, he just knows within himself that he’s not supposed to. so he doesn’t.

sometimes fiddleford looks at his cubix cube. it’s solved, it always is, but something nags at him to check. it feels like it’s supposed to be scrambled, but it’s not. he doesn’t really want to scramble it himself but it’s like a step in the process is gone. he solves it. he leaves it alone. something happens? he comes back to it scrambled. he solves it. but now it just sits off to the side, untouched. it’s confusing.

sometimes fiddleford sees something interesting. he thinks that it would be a perfect gift for someone. but he doesn’t know who that someone is. it’s just a blank where their name should be. but he gets these things anyways. maybe someday he’ll remember who they are and be able to fill in the blanks. give them all of the gifts he’s collected over the years. finally understand who he used to be.

why is it that every time he makes gloves, whether it’s with crochet or leather, they end up with six fingers?

why is it that every time he finds something strange or out of the ordinary, he feels a sense of nostalgia?

why is it that every time he goes exploring into the forest, he feels a sense of something missing?

why is it that he just feels so alone?

the answer is simple.

old man mcgucket is just a crazy hillbilly.

the town kook.

he doesnt know anything.

he can’t be fixed.

just ignore him.

just don’t look at him.

just leave him alone.