They say that if you enter barren lands, then you have entered a Hatterene's territory...

With dumb trainers bringing thier dumb bimbo Lopunnies around, theres no wonder why they're constantly going missing in Galar.

Waddling into woods with no life, silent as far as even an Arcanine, can hear.

With all the sound they make, its only fitting they end up sizzling in a broiling pot of digestive acids, conjured up by none other than the Witch of the forest.

Melting into the perfect, brown potion.

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