That morning I woke up, and grinned eagerly. Today I went scouting! Just as Hythe had! I smiled and jumped up; ran out of my alcove. "I'm going scouting!" I yelled as I tore out of the arena. "Weehah!" As soon as I was in my car, I swung out into the street and went to the gymnastics show. I grinned when I saw the TV cameras. "All right." I whispered. "This is major league stuff." I watched interestedly as the children performed. They were between the ages of seven or so to about fifteen. I ignored the older ones—thirteen and up—because I wanted peb that would last a while. You get to a certain age, certain height, and you're too tall too be an acrobat, or at least a good one. I wanted peb that would last the Galax-arena a while. I noticed one boy who seemed a likely candidate. He looked about eight or nine. He was doing really well. He seemed to be a risk taker. I grinned. "Well, hellooooo new peb." I whispered to myself. "Now what's your name?"

After the show, I walked over to the future peb. "What's your name?"

He grinned at me. "Timmy."

"Timmy, huh? Well, where do you live? Timmy?"

"The streets. I was kidnapped, and my parents never found me."

"Well Timmy, if you come with me, you'll get a place to live and food and water." I neglected to mention that the water was purple.

"Yeah?!"

"Yeah!"

"All right!"

I grinned. "Here Timmy, have some chocolate." I gave him the chocolate laced with tranquilizers. He took it eagerly. I lead him into the car, and drove back the way I came. I lead Timmy into the Skyshark, and started it, all the while telling him all about the Galax-arena, and the Vexa. Finally, Timmy lapsed into unconsciousness, and I took him to the room he'd stay in until he recovered. It didn't take him long. A few days later, he was trotting eagerly after me.

"So when will I get to perform?" he asked.

"That depends on how good you are. The better you are, the quicker you'll perform." The boy nodded. "Here's a hint." I said as we reached the door of the Gymna. "Learn to speak Patwa. The others will like you better then, and it'll be easier for you." He nodded again. "Here we are." I said, pushing open the door.

"Hey boy, where ya fram?"

"Ya tink ya ken be wan o' we??"

"Na way, he cyan tink dat, cause he cyan be wan o we. Ya heah me boy?? Ya ken neva be wan o we!"

Timmy watched the peb nervously as they surrounded him. "I can do anything you can do," he snapped all of a sudden.

"Oh, yeah right."

"Yeah, if ya eva try anything in los altos, you'll mash yo head inta da flar an' die! You're no acrobat!" Presh pushed her way toward us.

"If Allyman tinks he ken be a peb, den he ken! Sho wat's yo name, peb boy?"

"Timmy."

"I'm Presh."

The boy nodded, and looked around wide-eyed. "Hey Mick!" I yelled at one of the peb. A short boy with long black hair shoved his way toward me.

"Yeah Allan?"

"Take charge of this wan. Teach him to perform in Los Altos. I want him in the next performance."

"I no sab if I ken do dat, Allyman. Dat may na be enough tyme!"

"Ya got plenty o tyme!"

Mick rolled his eyes. "Fine. C'mon new kid."

"Hey quit insulting' dat peb!" One of the peb called down from Los Altos.

"Shut up neen." Mick grinned. The peb laughed, and took off, swinging through Los Altos. I wanted to laugh too. I was finally a true trainer.

A/N I think that's the end, unless you want me to do more. Please review if you read it, even if you only type hi. Thanx. I know I didn't go into much detail, but I couldn't do that without giving away the end of the actual book, and I didn't want to do that.