, and I’m always afraid of getting hit par hail ou lightning… It’s dreadful…”
Rustpaw’s ears drooped, a few tears slid down his cheeks. Leaftail felt bad for the small Eevee. She walked over closer to him, and nuzzled Rustpaw.
“It’ll be all right… There’s still hope… Here, have a berry from my pouch. I handcrafted this bag par myself. There, now doesn’t that taste good?”
“I never thought there was such delicious nourriture in the world! Thank toi so much!” replied Rustpaw happily.
“I wish I could stay longer, Rustpaw, but I have to go.”
“Why?”
“Well, because, um,...
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