Master is trading me?
I shifted nervously in my Poké Ball. I thought Master liked me, I moped. I thought I was special.
A machine started to whir.
I tried not to whimper. I'm ugly, then. I look so different from the others of my kind. The colors are all wrong! I'm not good enough for Master.
Master put my Poké Ball in the machine. The words looked different.
"W- Won- Wonder?" I read. Wonder Trade? What's the difference?
Then the machine beeped, and I was away.
Maybe, I thought, New Master will like me… I looked around. I wonder what I'm being traded for…
Down zipped another Pokémon. Its red and cream face turned toward me, yellow eyes dull.
I balked. A Wurmple?! I'm being traded for a Wurmple? I held myself close to stop from flailing pathetically. I'm as valuable as a Wurmple! I'm so useless and weird! I gulped in deep breaths, afraid to make any noise.
A Wurmple…
Then the world grew loud. Very loud. I looked up to New Master.
Oh! I flinched. Master? Why is Master yelling? Am I that bad?
"Shiny! I got a Shiny in Wonder Trade! Come look!"
Master? I peered closely. Are you… happy?
I gasped.
You are happy!
