A Masterclass in Acting by the Scheming Bear

"Skitty."

Teddiursa was actually crying as it ate; the little one suffered inside, but the little one kept quiet.

It was never easy to cultivate small fruit trees, and yet a bunch of people kept popping up to pick the fruit every now and then, so it had to harvest them at the very first moment. Recently, moreover, there had been one Teddiursa slacking off and constantly eyeing this stash of food of its own. Was it easy? They were all Teddiursa, so why be so eager to fry one another from the same root?

Actually, it wouldn't be much to share a bit, but while other food could be shared, the Sour Berry could not, because this concerned its paws.

Without the Sour Berry, its paws would hurt terribly.

"Skitty!"

Hesitating for a moment, Teddiursa divided its Sour Berries into one large and one small pile. Then, after another moment of hesitation, it pushed the large pile outward. "Skitty, Skitty."

It picked up the small pile and prepared to head home.

"Dream."

Misdreavus tilted its head and thought. What was it that its own Trainer had said again?

Go straight back if it found the Sour Berry? Or bring it back?

Well, to make Candied Hawthorn, one or two would probably be enough.

So Misdreavus took two Sour Berries, then waved its hand. "Dream, Dream!"

With those words, it flew rapidly back along the way it had come. Hehe, the long-absent Candied Hawthorn hunter Misdreavus was back online!

"Skitty!!"

Tears flashed in Teddiursa's eyes. It had never seen such a good Pokémon. Sure enough, as long as it worked hard, every single day would get better.

That human elder who had taught it how to plant trees was truly right. As long as one was willing to work hard,