Chapter Twelve

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"Ow!" I squeal, rubbing my head and sitting up. 

Looking back towards the field. A tiny Caterpie faces me. I just stick my tongue out at it and it scuttles backwards. 

Out of sight, out of mind. 

I then turn my head up to the sky and lie back down. My spine pressed into the crumbly dirt and my butt resting in the springy grass. This grass actually shorn short, it's nice compared to the tall grass. The searing sun glares down on the narrow dirt path. But it doesn't yet touch my eyes, just crowning the top of my messy bun. The tree above shields me from the sun with it's shade. 

But if I don't move now, that'll probably soon change. 

With time, comes the moving of shadows. 

After a few minutes of rest, I pull myself to my feet. 

The beginning of my search is unfruitful. The search is for both berries, Parker and possibly Gary. Gary would probably know where Parker is. I follow the path closely, even as it bends and winds into turns and around soft-edged curves.

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