May was farting squeaky toots constantly with each step she took, but it was clearly starting to take a toll on her as she was feeling tired. Diancie and Cherrim were both a distance behind the gassy Pokemon Coordinator as they could feel how bad May's flatulence was, with it causing all the plants around them to wither.
"Ugh, my poor legs... I'm so tired." May complained as she sunk to the ground, placing her hands on her face as she stopped her gas passing.
"Of what?" Diancie and Cherrim simultaneously asked as they glanced at each other, then cautiously approached May.
"...everything. It seems like there's nothing new to do. It's just the same old shtick," May responded as she adjusted her red bandana.
"Considering how this story is, I'm not surprised," Cherrim pointed out as she was frowning at all the plants withering away due to May's wind breaking.
Diancie nodded in agreement with the plant themed Pokemon. "Well that's what happens when you think too big. You have to take things down a notch."
"...what?" May questioned as she slowly turned her head back in confusion.
"Don't overthink it," Diancie pointed out as she slowly moved her arms about.
Cherrim's pedals rose as she bounced up. "Exactly! Try to think small. Not too tiny to the point of not existing, but just enough to have a spark of inspiration."
May thought about this for a moment, then nodded, getting up as she placed her hands on her hips. "You know what, you're right! It's time I stopped being so mellow and appreciate what I have!" Feeling a loud rumble in her stomach, she smiled as she then ripped off her yellow fanny pack and bent over with both of her hands on her knees, letting loose a loud fart that started high and ended low as it became deeper pitched, with it ending on a sloppy note as she sighed of relief with a bright red blush and satisfied smile on her face.
Diancie and Cherrim both slowly glanced at each other as they had no idea what they had just suggested to May, realizing that she may have taken their advice the wrong way.
