Walking, you reach hearthome city. It wasn't to far nor close. You'd see kids running around and pokemon too. "hello Buizel!" A familiar voice said. it were none other than Shawn! he was a good youngling friend of yours. "Want a poffin?" he asked. As much as you Liked a Taste of a Sour poffin, Bitter was oddly your favorite. it's probably where you got your intelligence from. You sat on a bench with the young Shawn. "Where are you going?" he asked. you make a thinking gesture and point...
