An Eevee makes her way down a rocky path. Her feet are sore an blistered from traversing the rocks and thorns on the mountain for hours. In her mouth is a basket full of berries; these berries were for her mother in their house at the foot of the mountain. She pondered "I've gone up here so many times my feet should've been used to this by now..." "But, I guess they aren't. No one get's accustomed to pain," she thought. She continued on her way down, skipping and frolicking in a blissful manner. In reality, she was blissful and ignorant of the events soon to surround her. On her way down though, something caught the corner of her big, beady eye. "Huh," she said, staring at something poking from behind a bush. The bush obscured most of it but she could tell what she saw was a head of some sort. "Oh my..." She thought. She looked around, perhaps checking to see if she was being watched, and put her berries down. She slowly crept towards the bush. As she got closer, she began to make out a head. She peered behind the bush, and gasped at what she had found...