"Come on, Lita!" Maya urged the little yellow mouse struggling to keep up with her. The two of them had departed Viridian City an hour before, and were now winding through Viridian Forest en route to their next show in Pewter.
"Pi pi..." Lita complained as she collapsed in the grass for a moment.
"What's the matter?" Maya looked back to see her Pichu laying in the grass and breathing heavily. "Want me to carry you for a while?"
"Pichu." Lita replied. Maya gently picked her up and set her on her shoulder. For a while, she was interested in the leaves fluttering in the breeze, the Caterpies munching on leaves, and what little sunlight there was peeking through the trees. Although it was morning, the trees were tall enough to obscure the sun and make it hard to see. But her master had passed through this forest many times with no trouble, so why would this time be any different?
"When we get to Pewter, we'll relax all you want." Maya asured her Pichu as she tromped through the underbrush.
"Pi Pichu pi pi?" Lita asked.
"I'm pretty sure Brock is going to be there tomorrow, sweetie." Maya replied. "After all, he ASKED us to come to begin with."
Lita's eyes turned to hearts as she thought of past visits to Pewter City. She knew her master dreamed of being a master storyteller like he was, so she came there as often as possible to learn new tales and tips for telling them directly from her idol himself. She sighed and slipped off into a daydream of one visit she had especially enjoyed: the time Brock had told her master the tale "The Clever Little Pidgey", complete with being in full minstrel costume, harp and all...
Maya listened as Brock, now clad in a green tunic with silver swirls, black sparkling pants, and black shoes, ran a finger over the strings of a small harp decorated in gems and ivy inlaywork and began a quiet melody. Lita recognized the song--the song "Teller of Tales--which was also the theme music for Brock's minstrel persona. When the last note dies, Brock begins his tale. "Once a flock of Pidgey were on their way to the meadows to lay their first eggs of spring. When they were about halfway there, one Pidgey--I'll call her Alya-- said to her sisters..." He switches to a breathy female voice. "My sisters, please go on without me--I must lay my first clutch right away, and I won't make it to the meadows in time!" As himself, he continues "The other Pidgeys begged and pleaded for Alya to reconsider, but Alya had made her mind up. They said many tearful goodbyes and promised to meet on the way back. Alya, meanwhile, walked into a forest nearby the meadows and made her nest under an oak tree. She laid her first egg not long after, and scuttled off to find a bug or two for her lunch. When she returned some time later, the egg was gone!"
"Pi pi?" Lita asked.
"She looked all over the edge of the meadows and all over the forest for her egg, but by the time she returned, it was evening, and the sun was beginning to set." Brock replies, playing a frantic melody to symbolize Alya looking. "The next day, she decided to climb into the oak tree, and laid her second egg in the safety of its branches. Once sure her egg was safe, she climbed down into the grass and went looking for bugs like she did before. But when she returned, the egg was gone--again!" Maya laughed as Brock adds an upward glissando for effect. "Alya figured that there was likely a Ninetales or a Sneasel eating her eggs--so she saw that there was a town not far from the forest, and went in search of someone who could help protect her eggs. She came to the house of the town smithy some hours later and asked him..." He switches to his "Alya" voice again. "Please sir, would you make me a little house made of iron?"
He then switches to a deeper version of himself. "Of course, Miss Pidgey, in return for a hundred eggs."
As himself, he continues "So the smithy left a basket outside, and set to work on the little iron house." He plucks out a rhythmic drone with the higher note being a little louder than the lower note, as if mimicing a hammer. "At every stroke of the smithy's hammer on the iron, Alya laid an egg; and no sooner had he struck the hundreth blow, the house was finished, and Alya's basket was filled with the hundred eggs she had promised as payment. Alya thanked the smithy for his kindness, took the house, and carried it to a clearing in the forest, where she laid the rest of her eggs in peace...."
"Hey..." Maya gently nudged Lita awake, snapping her back to reality. "Everything okay?"
Lita was about to answer when the flutter of wings got her attention. She watched, mesmerized, as a flock of Pidgeys landed in the brush and began scratching for Caterpies and Wurmples in the dirt. "Pichu!" she cries and mustered the strength to dash to the flock of Pidgeys.
"Hey, wait!" Maya ran to keep up with the running Pichu, startling most of the flock away in a flurry of wings and squawks. One Pidgey, a female, decided to challenge the Pichu.
"Pi!" Lita gasped as the Pidgey sent a small Gust roaring in her direction, and quickly jumped out of the way of the small tornado.
"Great dodge, now use Thundershock!" Maya commanded. Lita nodded and countered with a burst of sparks, but the electric bolt went bouncing off a few trees before fizzling out.
"Pichu?" Lita looked around, confused to the Pidgey's location. She spotted it hovering by a tree some seconds later, taunting her with a series of warning chirps.
"Try Thundershock again!" Maya called. Lita obediently charged another tiny thunderbolt, which hit the Pidgey just as it tried to take off and dodge again!
Maya saw the Pidgey fall to the ground, dazed. "Okay! That's enough." she told Lita before heaving a Poke Ball at the Pidgey and watched it wiggle intently...
"Pichu!" Lita cheered as the center of the Poke Ball went dim, signalling Maya had caught the Pidgey!
"Well done!" Maya petted Lita for a moment, then ran to retrieve the Poke Ball from the grass. "Welcome aboard...Mina." she mused as she returned the Poke Ball to her belt.