Not much to say this time...

Spring rolled around and a pink coated Mack was sitting with Hima on the bridge at Dragonspiral Tower. "Here, I got you your honey biscuits," said Hima.

Mack took it, thinking, "yeah yeah." He set the biscuit down, "come on, gimme more."

Hima shook his head, "I still don't understand. You don't even eat them; you just pile them up and carry them off."

Mack scoffed, "yeah and unless you have another mind reading moment, you won't."

Hima smiled and patted the flower on Mack's head, "I'm sure you have your reasons."

Mack growned, "what is it with you and petting me?"

Hima pulled out his notepad, "wanna see the sketch of an emolga I saw while walking home from school yesterday?" He showed the picture to Mack.

"Yeah," Mack said, "it kind of looks like a pokemon... I still don't understand why you show me these." Mack started grabbing the biscuits in his mouth, "Well, it has been fun, but I really gotta get going."

"Oh," Hima said, "you're leaving? Okay, well, bye Mack." Hima started walking back home, completely oblivious to two meinfoo hiding up in a tree. They watched Hima walk to Icirrus city and Mack back into the forest. They looked at each other and dashed off toward the druddigon caves.

"Hi mom," Hima said walking into the house.

"Hello Hima," his mother greeted him. "Dinner is almost ready."

Hima smiled as he walked over to his father and hugged him. "Hi dad!"

"Hey kiddo!" His fater set his newspaper down to turn around and hugged him back. "You know, you have been unusually happy for quite a while. Did you get the best grades in class?"

Hima laughed, "no dad, I have a cool friend."

Both his parents looked at him surprised. "Really?" Hima's mom asked. "You're making friends at school?"

He turned to his mom, saying, "no, he lives around here."

His dad asked, "does he have a name?"

"Mack," Hima said smiling.

"Well," Hima's mother said, "we're very happy to hear you've got a friend."

Hima nodded, "me too."

Mack had gotten to about thirty yards of the clearing he lived in and stopped and put the biscuits down. A short time later, Max walked over and started eatting one. "Man," Max said, mouth full, "there is nothing like these anywhere around the forest. I can see how you want them so much. Mack grumbled unhappily. "Hey!" Max taunted, "stop that! You're the one hanging out with humans, mister tough, trainer battler. If you can beat up a human trainer, you can live one more day without your... things."

Mack rolled his eyes, "they're biscuits."

"Whoa! Keep your human talk to yourself! "Max said sarcastically. "I don't care what they're called. You just keep bringing them to me, and I won't tell mom you have a human friend."

Mack scowled, "he's not my fri-"

Suddenly, there was a ruckus from all the deerling in the clearing. Mack and Max went to see what was going on and found the floral sawsbucks protecting the deerlings from a druddigon.

"What are you doing here Kurt?" Mack's mother asked defensively.

"I'm here," the druddigon replied, "to warn you." The sawsbuck and deerling all looked confused. "One of these little fawns," he accused, "might be poisoned."

"What?" A sawsbuck asked, shocked. "And how would you know that?"

"I heard from," Kurt eyed the deerling, "a friend, that a deerling was eatting right out of a... human's hands." The sawsbuck all looked to their fawns worridly. "I want to remind you," he turned directly to Mack, "never... trust... humans!" he roared and then left.

Mack bumped Max, "you told Kurt?" he asked angrily.

Max looked surprised, "No! I swear!" He looked at the panicked sawsbucks. "Boy, I'm sure glad I don't have a human friend."

Mack glared, "yeah, me too."

So what do you think? The tying things together thing? I thought it'd be cool, and think it'd keep the story together. Tell me what you think?