'Wake up dear.' A woman's arms gently shook Faris awake.

Faris groggily got to her feet and shook her head. Realizing she wasn't at home, she remembered the night before. 'Oh!' She slapped her forehead. 'My pokémon!' She began frantically searching for her beloved partners.

The woman was still standing there. 'Are those there them?' The woman pointed up into a tree.

Static was hanging onto a branch for dear life, and Bjorn had some how climbed his way to the topmost of the tree. Thriller was grinning, as always, as she hovered above the tree.

'Oh! Thank you!' Faris let out a huge sigh of relief. 'Wait! Where's Ace!'

'Squirtle!' Hearing his trainer's voice, Ace revealed himself from behind the tree trunk.

'Oh Ace. What are you doing?' Faris smiled and sighed once again.

The woman cracked a grin and stared puzzled at Faris.

'Oh! I'm sorry. My name is Faris, and these are my pokémon. And you are?' Faris hastily shook hands with the woman.

She had light brown hair, which was here and there streaked with grey. Her face was wrinkled with age, and she was wearing a light blue, flowing dress. A white apron, stained with berries, was tied about her waist. She was carrying a bucket, which judging by her apron, was full of berries.

'Eleanor. My husband an' I run the Miltank farm here.' She smiled. Eleanor had a slight accent of some type.

Looking around, Faris suddenly realized her whereabouts. She had been leaning up against the fence of a large field, which was full of grazing Miltanks. A small, country-style home and barn were nestled in the far back of the farm.

'Oh! I'm sorry! I just fell asleep! I had no idea this was private property.' Faris apologized. 'Were my pokémon bothering you?'

'No no, dear. Not at all. It's fine I assure you. But if you don't mind me askin', what are you doing sleepin' way the way out here?' Eleanor asked.

'Oh, I'm on a mission to find my run away sister.' Faris nodded.

Eleanor laughed. 'That certainly sounds like a good reason. But tell me, you must be frightfully hungry but now bouts. How would you like me to make you a nice breakfast?'

'Oh…you don't have to I have some food here.' Faris pulled an incredibly squished loaf of bread from her bag.

Eleanor laughed even louder. 'Now now, it'll be no trouble at all, dear. I'd be happy to help you out.'

'Well…I am a bit hungry…' Faris said thoughtfully.

'Great. Come on this a way.' She began to make her way over to the house in the corner.

Faris gathered up her pokémon into their pokéballs, and followed. On their way to the house Faris told Eleanor the story Raziya's disappearance.

'You haven't seen her, have you?'

'I'm sorry dear. I can't say I have. Henry and I are usually asleep at eight.' Eleanor shook her head, and then added, 'Though I did hear someone talking to a Sandshrew yesterday morn.'

'Really? Oh wow! That must have been her. She has a Sandshrew.' Faris said excitedly.

'I'm glad I could help.' Eleanor nodded. 'Well, here we are.'
They had reached the barn and house.

'Your house is really pretty.' Faris loved old-fashioned things.

Eleanor never seemed to stop laughing. 'Thank you dear! My husband is just out tendin' to a sick Miltank in the barn. He'll be joinin' us in a while.'

'A sick Miltank? Did you try a pokécenter?' Faris suddenly seemed very concerned.

'Aye, and sadly, that hasn't been workin' for us. There's nothin' much that they can do over down at the pokécenter.' Eleanor frowned.

'Is she ever gonna get better?' Faris asked.

'We're hopin' so. That's why I've been out and around collecting all sorts of berries.' Eleanor pointed to her bucket. 'The right type just doesn't grow 'round here, I'm guessin'. Well, come on in.' She opened the door of her house.

'Wait! I have an idea!' Faris dug into her pack and retrieved the berries she had picked. 'Maybe these will help?' She handed them to Eleanor.

Surprised, Eleanor let the door close again and took the slightly squished berries into her hands. 'It just might work…' She mumbled. 'Do you mind if I go ahead an' feed some of these here berries to our sick Miltank?'

'By all means, go for it.' Faris smiled.

Eleanor led Faris over to the barn, just as her husband was leaving. He was a large man, with a gut to match most of his Miltanks'. He wore a funny looking green hat, and suspenders to match.

'Ah! I've seen you've got a new chum!' Henry said to his wife.

'This is Faris. She fell asleep over round there by the fence last night. I invited her poor starvin' soul for a good meal.' Eleanor replied.

'Well hello there little lady! I'm Henry. I run this here farm.' He shook Faris' hand.

'Hi.' Faris said.

'Do you think this maybe could perchance help out that old Miltank?' Eleanor showed Henry the berries.

'Aye, it'n be worth a try.' He took the berries from Eleanor and studied them. 'Where abouts did you get'n the means to find sometin' like these berries be?' Henry's accent was even thicker than Eleanor's.

'Faris was kind enough to offer them.' Eleanor smiled.

'Well thanks ye to the moon and back, little lady!' Henry beamed at Faris.

She couldn't help giggle at their strange way of talking. 'No problem, Henry.'

Eleanor and Faris followed Henry into the barn. It was a fair sized building, and the floors were piled with hay. Most of the stalls were empty. Henry led them to the far left of the barn, where a huge Miltank was sleeping.

'Wake up, MooMoo!' Henry gently spoke to the pokémon.

Faris laughed.

'Aye, tis a funny name. Me daughters namered 'er.' Henry smiled. 'We be gotten some more berries for ye to try, MooMoo!' He opened the stall door and knelt beside the now awake Miltank. He held a few berries up towards MooMoo's mouth. MooMoo sniffed the berries, and then greedily lapped them up with her huge purple tongue.

'She likes 'em! Aye! Tis wonderful!' Henry cheerfully said. He fed the rest of the berries to MooMoo, and she dozed off happily.

'Well thank ye! What a kind bein' little lady!' Henry got up and brushed the berry juice from his hands onto his pants.

'Well! Breakfast is waiting!' Eleanor took them back to the house and served them a good meal of potatoes and toast, and Miltank milk.

'That'n be a good breakfast, Elly!' Henry sat back in his chair and licked his fork clean.

Eleanor laughed again. 'Thank you dear hubby. What about you Faris? Would you like some more to eat?'

'No thanks, I'm stuffed! That's the best meal I've had in such a long time.' Faris said. 'Thanks so much, Eleanor. But, not trying to be rude, I've got to save my sister.'

'Oh of course! Would you like me to pack you a lunch for the journey?' Eleanor began to clear the table.

'You've done enough.' Faris said. This woman was almost too kind.

'I insist!' Eleanor insisted.

'No, really, I can't accept. I must be off though.' Faris felt almost guilty for not accepting the meal. 'I wish I had some way to thank you.'

'Oh the berries were many thanks!' Eleanor quickly replied. 'You fixed up that there MooMoo! We couldn't ask for nothin' more. Right Henry?'

They both looked over at the now asleep farmer.

Eleanor sighed. 'Oh, you'll have to excuse him. He's been a tendin' to that Miltank all night, hasn't been able to get any good sleep. But now she's as right as rain, he'll probably sleep for the rest of the day.'

'Well, thank you very much.' Faris shook Eleanor's hand and left the cozy little house.