This is my sad story... I'm okay now, but scarred for life.
I was born into a normal life, with two sisters, who were quite old. I didn't have a dad, for he left when I was a month old. We had a normal life, making new friends with the other forrest critters, finding food, such as berries and leaves, and playing in the sun. Occasionally, we would stop by the river just to quench our thirsts, but sometimes we splashed around.
I never thought there could be any dangers in such a nice place, but I was wrong.
Once when I was little, me and my mother went out for a walk, when suddenly tons of Beedrills came towards us! I didn't really understood what happened at the time, but I think we stepped to close to their hive. They stung Mother quite badly, and when we returned home, she told me to run whenever we were in grave danger, to go find help.
But my story doesn't end there...
