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Knitted Gloves Collection Mission
70 from Pineapple
50 from Buffalo Milk (feed Buffalo Cucumbers)
30 from Pineapple Energy Drink
10 from Cherry
Reward: Ginger Grinder
Winter Vacation Quest
Harvest 40 Corn
Produce 40 Eggs
Harvest 8 Oranges
2.
Harvest 40 Rye
Produce 40 Rye Flour
Harvest 8 Cinnamon
3.
Harvest 40 Oat
Produce 40 Oat Flour
Prepare 8 Cake Flour
4.
Harvest 40 Wheat
Prepare 40 Wheat Flour
Prepare 8 Sponge Cakes
Reward: Mission Gift Box
5.
Harvest 50 Cane
Harvest 50 Sugar
Prepare 8 Condensed Milk
6.
Harvest 50 Lucky Stars
Produce 50 Orange Jam
Prepare 8 Butter
7.
Harvest 50 Peanuts
Collect 15 Peanut Sprouts
Prepare 8 Thai Peanut Sprout Salad
8.
Harvest 50 Onions
Place the Ginger Grinder on your Farm (Collection Reward)
Prepare 8 Ginger Sauce
Reward: Husky Pet House Base
9.
Harvest 60 Red Bell Peppers
Fish 8 times with Squid Hook
Prepare 8 Bell Pepper Salad
10.
Harvest 60 Blue Roses
Prepare 6 Scallops in Seafood House
Prepare 8 Milk Cookies
11.
Harvest 60 Barley*
Produce 60 Barley Flour
Prepare 8 Sprout Pepper Salad
12.
Harvest 60 Cranberries*
Harvest 8 Pink Snowball Flowers
Prepare 8 Pink Cake Pops
Reward: Island Mission Gift Box
13.
Harvest 8 Oak Wood*
Craft 8 Wooden Cylinders*
Prepare 8 Snowball Flower Cakes
14.
Harvest 8 Red Sandalwood*
Craft 8 Wooden Panels*
Prepare 8 Roasted Scallops
15.
Dig 15 Chests on your paths
Craft 6 Flower Tables*
Prepare 8 Eggnog
16.
Cook 4 Winter Cakes in the Stove House
Take care of flowers in Botanical Garden 15 times*
Prepare 8 Scallops with Ginger Sauce
Final Reward: Bear with Snowballs Decoration
Note from Freyashawk:
On 7 December, a poet was killed. I am going to share his last poem with you here.
Refaat Al-Areer was a scholar, a teacher and a poet. He chose to write in English..
This is the last poem of Refaat Al Areer, 'If I Must Die'.
'If I must die,
you must live
to tell my story,
to sell my things,
to buy a piece of cloth
and some strings,
(Make it white with a long tail)
so that a child, somewhere in
Gaza
while looking heaven in the eye
awaiting his dad who left in a blaze ---
and bid no one farewell
not even to his flesh
not even to himself---
sees the kite, my kite you made,
flying up above
and thinks for a moment
an angel is there
bringing back love
If I must die
let it bring hope,
let it be a tale.'
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