Continuing her search, Mew came to the conclusion
That to find misdoings, she could not always be in seclusion
She knew she would have to disguise herself as to not be seen
It was Christmas, after all… No one would be expecting Halloween!

Coming upon a humble and somewhat rural city
Mew landed behind a factory, dark and gritty
Not caring about which shape would make her pretty
She hastily transformed herself into a common Skitty

Walking around town, there was not much sound
There seemed to be no people nor Pokémon around
A smile crept upon her lips as she knew this was an indication
That everyone had left town to have their own Christmas celebration

However, as she looked around with her new eyes straining
She could tell that there was a single Pokémon remaining
A broken down Emolga laid on a bench, obviously trying to sleep
But as she got closer, she saw that he had actually begun to weep

On each of his cheeks was a yellow spot
His face long and ravaged by distraught
Mew approached him, keeping herself wary
"Merciful traveler," he said, "Might you spare me a berry?"

The Emolga stared at her with pleading eyes, looking quite terrible
His fur was shaggy, his physique gaunt and his smell was unbearable
"For berries," Mew replied, "You should be consulting a tree,"
"Why on earth would you need something like that from me?"

"I was born a cripple," he cried, "Lacking the ability to fly,"
"If I were to leave town and meet a ground-type, I would surely die!"
"And should a trainer come along, I would be captured in a flash,"
"Only to be abandoned just as soon, because I am but vendor trash…"

"You have no choice," Mew said sternly while shaking her head
"If you cannot get food on your own, then you will soon be dead,"
"A berry will only last for the duration of my stay,"
"And you will surely starve to death another day,"

Mew continued, "If you wish to always have your daily ration,"
"Then you must never give up on improving your situation,"
"For to overcome difficulties and strife,"
"That is the true essence of life!"

The Emolga considered what she had said, and then sat up in a snap
He looked himself over disappointingly, tugging at his broken flap
"You're right," he whispered, "To be out there, actually trying…"
"Whatever happens…" he said while gulping, "It sure beats dying…"

The Emolga headed out as Mew changed herself back
There were many more to help, so she could not stay there and slack!
Mew felt good with herself, remaining blissfully unaware
As the Emolga ran into an angry Donphan, quite unwilling to share!