At the edge of the camp, three small figures were tangled up in play on a patch of grass.
Eevee darted nimbly across the grass, its fluffy brown form leaving behind a series of afterimages.
It was so fast that Charmander and Axew simply could not catch up.
"Ho-yi!" Charmander refused to be outdone. The flame on its tail surged high as it pumped its short legs and gave chase with all its might.
But whenever it was about to touch Eevee's tail, the brown figure would zip away to the other side, leaving behind a string of crisp laughter.
"Vee vee~" (Come on, come on~)
"Axew!" Axew circled around from the side, trying to flank Eevee.
The two little ones coordinated more and more smoothly, one on the left and one on the right, gradually forming an encirclement.
Seeing this, Eevee's eyes lit up slightly. It suddenly stopped, and just as Axew and Charmander were about to pounce, its four limbs abruptly tensed—
The brown figure shot out of the two little ones' encirclement like an arrow loosed from a bow.
"Ho-yi!" "Axew!" Charmander and Axew pounced at empty air, rolled into a ball, and tumbled onto the soft grass.
On the other side of the camp, a small figure was working hard to climb a lush, leafy tree.
Weedle's seven pairs of pink prolegs moved in turns as it slowly made its way up the rough bark.
It climbed slowly, but steadily, with determination glinting in its beady black eyes.
At last, it reached the branch bearing fruit.
The fruits were small, round, and bright red, gleaming enticingly in the setting sun.
"Wumi..." Weedle leaned close to one fruit and carefully poked it with the spike on its head.
The fruit swayed slightly but did not fall.
Weedle