Richard's family huddled in their basement, avoiding the one window. Outside, the squally weather whipped branches too-and-fro.
"Why is Arceus angry?" Richard's three-year old daughter trembled in his grasp, clutching her plush teddiursa with white knuckles.
"It's ok sweetie-pie. This storm will go bye-bye soon."
Richard's wife spoke, "What about our livestock?"
"We raise lotad. They love rain."
A super-sonic object flew by. The window broke, Richard's daughter screamed, then everything went silent.
Richard climbed the ladder and gasped—his house was in ruins.
"Our insurance better cover roaming tornadus." Blue lily-pads danced nearby. "At least the lotad are happy."