The evening summer sky was shining brightly on Pinwheel Forest. The sound of bird Pokémon filled the trees, and bug Pokémon flitted around the flowers in a droning hum. On the forest floor, a young Deerling was taking its first steps near its mother. Petilil and Cottonnee hopped through the grass, sprinkling seeds as they played.
Suddenly, from a gently flowing river, a small Panpour burst out of the water's surface, screamed after by two startled Unfezant. He scampered over a finely polished bridge, narrowly dodging a sleeping Bidoof and laughed over his shoulder. Lost 'em!
"Not so fast." A round, pink Pokémon suddenly appeared in front of him and he bounced off its chubby body. Uncle Musha. "Where are you going? Your mother and father are looking for you."
"But I don't wanna," the baby Pokémon pouted. "I wanna go find tweasure. Like how Auntie Simisage does. And Daddy used to do!" Musha rolled his eyes. Hina should have known better than to tell him bedtime stories like that. It didn't help when Baku had to keep butting in and elaborating at the top of his lungs.
"Yeah, well, maybe when you're bigger," Musha sighed, and nudged the little Pokémon back. "Now, come on, you're not going to let me starve, are you? I'm hungry. For little, baby, Pokémon dreams." Panpour let out an excited squeal and dashed off without further probing.
He skidded to a halt outside the hollow tree and laughed. "Wow, they're laaaazy! They fell asleep before me!" He began to dance in victory and Musha peered into the hollow. The two were curled around each other, tails interlaced, sleeping deeply. All this, from one rainstorm, Musha mused, and smiled. Things were as they should be.