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PMD - Team Amber - M3 - Part 9Mission 3:
Chapter 9: Rescuing Rogues
It was a good five hours before Peaches disturbed Sprout again. The easily startled pokemon jolted awake with a gasp, her eyes snapping open to meet those of her yellow teammate.
"P-Peaches? Wh-what's wrong??" She immediately whispered, glancing around. Baby was still fast asleep, while Peaches eyes were beginning to be underlined by dark circles.
"Nothing." She said softly, "I'm just getting a little sleepy. Mind taking over?" Sprout blinked, but she could tell that Peaches had been fighting off sleep for a while now. Knowing the Pikachu, she had forced herself to stay awake longer
PMD - Team Amber - M3 - Part 8Mission 3:
Chapter 8: Amber Patrol
"Mama...how come that little guy didn't want to play with me? And how come that big purple policeman took him away? Was he in trouble?" Baby asked, trotting alongside her parents, giving Sprout a curious look.
"Yes. That pokemon is called a Sneasel, and he got in trouble because he was stealing things that weren't his. It's a very bad thing to do." She explained, which only made the Deerling look more confused.
"Bad..? But then, why did he do it if it was bad?" She asked, no understanding.
"Because he didn't understand it was bad, and if he did, he didn't care." Peaches responded this
PMD - Team Amber - M3 - Part 7Mission 3:
Chapter 7: Tag, You're Caught
As they left the tree house, after forcing the newborn Deerling to give Mike's hat back, Team Amber was still feeling the shock of what their little egg had become. It had happened so suddenly, that Sprout was having a hard time staying upright, her head feeling light and misty. Blissfully unaware of such a feeling, the Deerling ran about in the late afternoon light, sniffing everything she could see, and investigating the slightest sound. Watching her run around so happily made her foster parents smile, and put a sense of ease in their hearts.
"I can't believe it hatched..." Sprout
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
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