#021 Spearow

Spearow, the tiny bird Pokémon. Although inept at other aspects of its flying, such as height and distance, Spearow is still capable of flying quickly to protect its territory. However, it must flap its wings at high speeds to stay aloft. Spearow's loud shrieks can be heard over half a mile away and are used to warn other of its kind of danger. Spearow sees in black and white and will chase its foes in a large flock. Spearow is usually found in desolate wastelands and fields, where it hunts for insects – Nurse Evergreen.

While travelling, it is important to take good care of yourself. So, whenever she had the chance, Nurse Isabelle would have a proper lunch and a good rest before she would continue her day. Occasionally, she found a designated picnic area with trash bins, a lot of tables to sit on, an outhouse, and a tap for fresh water. As Isabelle arrived at such stop, she saw a couple with young children sitting at one of the tables.

"Hey there, good afternoon. Do you mind if I let my Pokémon out?" Isabelle asked, just to be sure. The parents said they did not mind at all, but only if the nurse didn't mind her Pokémon being petted. Since that was okay with Izzy, she released Ivysaur, Wartortle, and Pidgeotto.

While she prepared three bowls of food for her Pokémon, the young children approached them. Ivysaur sat up straight, trying to look his best and cutest, which wasn't the easiest thing to accomplish as his bulb reached to her waist by now. He had grown a lot since Isabelle took him with her.

The youngest of the two girls fell for his charms and was petting his green head. The boy, however, was totally impressed by Pidgeotto and his coolness. He would squeal and applaud whenever the bird Pokémon did a flying trick. The most surprising attention spent was by the eldest girl, and eldest child of the three, to Wartortle. Whispering in awe how pretty the turtle was, the girl came closer. Wartortle seemed pleased in that diva way of hers that someone finally appreciated her beauty and let herself be admired and petted. Her tail was especially a huge success since Wartortle had taken excellent care of it. It was silky soft and shone like silver.

Smiling, Isabelle turned her attention back to the food, confident that neither her Pokémon nor the children would be harmed.

Screaming, however, was cause for Izzy to turn around. It was the father who had cried out, and the mother swiftly gathered their children. Within a minute, the family left the picnic place, running. Pidgeotto looked confused, Wartortle was insulted, and Ivysaur looked especially heart-broken. All that could be heard were the cries of her Pokémon and the screeching of the tires of the car that rushed away.

Investigating the cause of the blind panic, Isabelle approached, with the bowls of food still in her hands. There, she saw it. On the table the family had been sitting near, a flock of birds had descended. Four Pidgey and a Spearow.

Spearow were normally ill-mannered birds. It wasn't that they were evil, but they were incredibly territorial. Pidgey were more docile and willing to share. To see a Spearow with a flock of Pidgey was surprising, to say the least. The Pidgey, however, seemed to fully accept the Spearow as one of them. They stood together and chattered as if they could understand each other. Maybe they could. It hadn't been proven yet. Pulling her phone from her pocket, she swiftly made a short movie, to be sent to Bill later.

Pidgeotto, being his courageous, bold self, approached the Pidgey and Spearow. They spoke for a moment before Pidgeotto nodded his head towards the Spearow. Apparently, it was good. He was one of them, however strange it may sound.

Then the Spearow flew off, allowing Isabelle and her Pokémon to eat lunch without any further distractions. Izzy was sad that the family with the children had left as she could have used the company.

When everyone was nearly done eating, Isabelle started to pack her backpack again. Some berry bushes were nearby, and so Izzy started to count how much of everything she had, and what she lacked. She definitely needed berries that could cure poison. Pecha berries, for example. Those soft, sweet, pink ones. Berries like … exactly that one. A berry had appeared in front of Izzy's backpack. A Pecha berry, conveniently. Looking up, the Spearow was there.

"Did you bring me this? Thank you! Are there more?" Isabelle asked kindly, causing Spearow to fly off right away. While Spearow was gone, she opened her berry case to store the Pecha berry away. One more case of poison she could cure. Besides, many Pokémon seemed to love the taste of these.

Spearow, and even the Pidgey, came back with more berries. Spearow carried another Pecha while the Pidgey had Cheri berries which cured paralysis. Useful when working with electric types.

"Come on, you guys," Isabelle called out to her Pokémon. "Let's follow them. I need these berries." Izzy carefully rubbed the Spearow over its rough, brown plumage. "Thank you, Spearow. You're a star. Keep up the good work." In a tender moment, the Spearow rubbed its head against her hand. She could see this Spearow being either an amazing Pokémon for someone one day, someone who'd be openminded enough to consider the actual Pokémon instead of judging it for the tendencies of the species, or being here, leading the Pidgey since Spearow tend to fully evolve sooner than Pidgey do.

Fully stocked, Isabelle took her leave from the birds and continued on her way to the next town. Journeys like these made her wish she owned a bike.