Chapter 37

The First Party at Moo66

The evening lights of Moo66 glowed warmly against the darkening sky.

Inside the grand black-and-red diner, every table had been carefully prepared.

Fresh meals.

Desserts.

Books arranged neatly on display shelves.

Musical instruments waiting to be played.

Guest rooms ready for travelers who wished to stay the night.

Everything had been prepared long before the first visitor arrived.

Because tonight was different.

Tonight was not a quiet evening among friends.

Tonight was Moo66’s very first public party.

Earlier that day, Usinomics had noticed that Shibanomics had become slightly dirty after a day of adventures.

With patient care, Usinomics cleaned and brushed the loyal companion until she looked as elegant as ever.

Moments later, a notification appeared.

A new quest.

Host a Party at Home.

Usinomics stared at the screen.

A party?

A real party?

That sounded far more difficult than gathering materials, fishing, or decorating a house.

For most people, perhaps it would be simple.

For Usinomics, it felt like standing on the edge of a cliff.

Speaking in front of strangers had never been easy.

Drawing attention was even harder.

If Usinomics had been born a natural performer, perhaps life would have unfolded differently.

Perhaps there would have been cameras.

Crowds.

Spotlights.

Applause.

Instead, there was Moo66.

A quiet home built one piece at a time.

And somehow, that felt even more important.

Taking a deep breath, Usinomics pressed the button.

The invitation was sent across the world.

The party was officially open.

Immediately, the preparations began.

Extra meals were placed on every table.

The dining area was checked twice.

The guest rooms were inspected.

The bookshelves were organized.

The flowers were watered.

Everything needed to be perfect.

Not because perfection mattered.

Because hospitality did.

Then came the waiting.

Ten long minutes.

Ten surprisingly nervous minutes.

To pass the time, Usinomics climbed onto the small performance platform near the front windows.

Wearing a colorful festival outfit reserved for special occasions, Usinomics began dancing.

A gentle dance.

A playful dance.

A dance with a folding fan that glittered beneath the lights.

The performance was less about showing off and more about calming nervous thoughts.

Then the first guest arrived.

And immediately tackled the window.

Usinomics froze.

The visitor appeared completely convinced that the large display window was the entrance.

They walked into it.

Then pushed against it.

Then attempted another approach.

The result was exactly the same.

The window remained a window.

Moo66 was not equipped with automatic doors.

Occasionally the timing felt magical.

But the entrance was still a manual door.

And windows, unfortunately, remained impossible to walk through.

Usinomics tried not to laugh.

Soon another visitor arrived.

This time, a young girl with a cheerful appearance.

The two exchanged greeting stickers.

A universal language understood by everyone.

No translation required.

No awkward introductions.

Just kindness.

Usinomics offered food.

She accepted.

Success.

Moments later, a friend request appeared.

Accepted.

Then came a high-five.

A simple gesture.

Yet somehow it felt like a major achievement.

The quest was no longer just a quest.

It had become a memory.

More visitors arrived.

Then more.

And more.

Guests from different countries.

Different cultures.

Different backgrounds.

Yet everyone communicated in the same language of gestures, emotes, smiles, and enthusiasm.

Usinomics greeted each newcomer with respect.

Meals were offered.

Seats were shared.

Tours of Moo66 were given.

Guests explored every corner of the building.

Some admired the architecture.

Some examined the books.

Others wandered through the dining hall.

A few simply stood and enjoyed the atmosphere.

At one point, a visitor sent a beautifully written message.

Elegant.

Thoughtful.

Probably deserving of a much better response.

Usinomics stared at the screen.

Thoughts disappeared.

Words vanished.

Confidence escaped.

The only response that emerged was:

“Thank you.”

Followed by several enthusiastic smile stickers.

And one extremely large celebratory jump.

Fortunately, everyone else began jumping too.

Crisis avoided.

Then something unexpected happened.

Someone sat down at the piano.

The room grew quiet.

A melody filled the air.

Beautiful.

Gentle.

Unfamiliar.

Usinomics had never heard the piece before.

The music flowed through Moo66 like a breeze drifting through an open window.

Guests gathered nearby.

Smiling.

Listening.

Sending heart stickers.

Jumping with excitement.

For a few minutes, the party felt less like a game and more like a small festival.

A gathering of travelers connected by music.

One visitor stood unusually close.

Very close.

Close enough that Usinomics began wondering whether the colorful party outfit had been a mistake.

“Was this too flashy?”

Normally, Usinomics preferred simple clothing.

Practical clothing.

Quiet clothing.

But tonight had been different.

Tonight was a celebration.

And perhaps it was acceptable to shine a little brighter than usual.

Just this once.

The guests continued exploring.

Laughing.

Eating.

Socializing.

Discovering hidden corners of Moo66.

There was no official soundtrack.

No professional performance.

No grand event organizer.

Only a host trying their best.

And somehow, that was enough.

Then, almost as suddenly as it had begun, the party ended.

The waiting period before the event had lasted nearly ten minutes.

The party itself?

Three minutes.

Three astonishingly efficient minutes.

The guests had arrived.

Explored the building.

Enjoyed the meals.

Made friends.

Shared music.

And completed what felt like an entire adventure.

All in three minutes.

Later that evening, after the final guest had departed, silence returned to Moo66.

The colorful party outfit was carefully put away.

Usinomics changed back into ordinary clothes.

Then climbed to the rooftop bakery.

There, beneath the peaceful night sky, bread slowly baked in the ovens.

No audience.

No notifications.

No pressure.

Just the comforting scent of fresh bread.

The perfect ending to an unforgettable evening.

The quest had been completed.

New friendships had been made.

And Moo66 felt a little less lonely than before.

If any of those visitors ever happen to read this story someday, there is only one thing left to say.

Thank you for visiting Moo66.

Thank you for sharing this small adventure.

And thank you for making the first party a memory worth keeping.

To be continued in the next Moo66 Chronicle…