Poverty Limited His Imagination

"Dree!"

After finishing the snack in her mouth, Misdreavus went back to a tree hollow hidden behind leaves.

She casually reached into the hollow with her shadow, pulled out another bag of snacks, and started eating.

Dian signaled Beedrill to keep watch, then walked over to investigate.

When he pulled away the leaves covering the hollow and saw what was inside, he froze.

Only one thought could sum up how he felt: poverty had limited his imagination.

He had expected a little Pokémon food at most. Instead, the sheer amount of stuff dazzled him.

Most striking was an elegant transparent case holding three Evolution Stones: two fist-sized, seven-pointed scarlet stones shaped like suns, and between them, an orange-yellow diamond-shaped stone that looked as if flames burned inside it.

They were Sun Stones and a Fire Stone, all worth a fortune.

There were also all kinds of Pokéblocks, and premium ones at that. Each tin bore an anti-counterfeiting mark and a picture of a Pokémon representing its type.

Pokémon snacks lay in heaps, alongside countless other things: oval pebbles polished to a shine, unusually shaped leaves, and all sorts of odd objects.

The moment Dian saw those premium Pokéblocks, he understood why those two brats had looked down on his stuff. They had robbed the wrong person, mistaking a pauper for a rich man. Served them right!

He glanced at the Pokéblocks and odds and ends in his backpack, then took everything out without a second thought. If ever there was a time to rob the rich and help the poor, this was it!

"Beedrill, take these Pokéblocks to the other Beedrill in this forest as thanks. Skiploom, share these with Sunkern and the others."

As Dian handed out the opened Pokéblocks, he packed away the premium tins. Of course, the