Hilda was in the always rainy Route 7, trying to find more Pokemon as she felt her stomach growl. She sighed as she rubbed her stomach with her right hand, shaking her head.
"Please... not again..." Hilda pleaded as she felt something roll in her stomach. "I know I'm pretty gassy, but now is not the time for me to rip one..."
As two Youngsters were having a battle between both of their Zebstrikas, Hilda farted loudly, puffing up her jean shorts as she caught the attention of the Youngsters and their Zebstrikas. Hilda blushed as she held down her shorts, letting out another deep pitched poot that echoed.
"Oh man... that's another pair of shorts ruined by a brown stain..." Hilda admitted as she felt the back of her pants feeling muddy, a visible brown stain on the back of her shorts as she dashed quickly through the tall grass, more concerned with getting new cleans shorts than finding new Pokemon as she continued loudly passing gas, much to her overall embarrassment.
