The sun blazed bright over the panic in Cerulean Abbey. Pokemon of all species scrambled every direction across the yards, darting in and out of buildings and colorful tents. Amid the crowd, a Sandshrew shoved her way toward the kitchen, attracting shouts of "Sorry miss Erthclaw!" and, "Please forgive me, young miss!" She'd take more time to bask in the attention if she wasn't on an important mission for the good of the Solstice celebration. After much shifting through the year's berry growth logs, and debating among advisers, her father had finally made a well-informed decision: this year's pie flavor for the end of the feast.
Lost in her thoughts, she never saw him trudging upstream through the crowd. They collided like a ball against a brick wall, and she bounced off him and into the dust. She saw a Snubbull, about her age, staring down at her as she lifted her head. "Watch... Watch where