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Posted: Jun 25 2018, 10:56 AM
“Say, kid, hold up there!” Paul stopped short, coming to an abrupt halt, but didn’t turn around yet. He looked down and knelt slightly, putting his hands on his knees and cocking his head towards the ground as though he were looking for something he dropped among the lush grass.
“Kid, over here!” He stood up straight and turned around, casually scanning the area until his eyes fell on the old man coming towards him quickly.
”Oh, good morning Luke,” Paul met his boss with a wide, pleasant smile.
“I didn’ startle ya, did I?” Luke looked at him, his tight lips and furrowed brow indicating his concern. Paul shook his haloed head wordlessly, and Luke continued, “A’right, good. Listen here, kid; I gotta job fer ya.”
Paul listened, and questioned, ”Of course you do. I work for you, right?” His face bore a slightly puzzled expression. ”I was just about to take the Mareep out to the pasture.”
The old man shook his head, “Nah I mean’ a diff’rent job. I’ll take over the Mareep fer today. I wan’ ya ta try yer hand at scarin’ out some o’ th’ pests that are up hidin’ ‘n th’ winter stores.” He pointed one bony finger toward the storage shed that held extra food for winter. “It’ll be good exercise fer yer Pokémon, too. Ya gotta train ‘em up if ya wanna be able to protect yerself, ya hear me?”
Paul nodded, barely hiding a reluctant grimace. He hated the shed and barn, and tried to avoid them. They were dusty, rickety, and definitely not beautiful or elegant. He turned away from the beautiful, inviting, waving cloth that was the lush, green prairie and inspected the apparent death trap that he was supposed to be clearing out. With a sinking, drowning feeling, he trudged to the wooden shack. Now he was stuck with the task of chasing the vermin out.