Unrestrained, uncontrolled, I loped over toward the satchel, salivating and fantasizing the whole way. It was only a straight stretch of grass, so I had all the time in the world to think of what it was, how it would benefit me, how good it would feel in my mouth. How it would feel in my mouth. Suddenly, a picture of mother flashed in my mind, and I had a violent flashback to a place and time I didn't know.
Warmth surrounded me. I could not see, I could not hear, I could not smell. I could only feel and remember. Warm globs of food were fed into my mouth; I did not ask, I didn't have to find the food or beg for it, it was simply fed to me, whether I liked it or not. Darkness surrounded me as well, and I could only detect the faint essence of the moment.
Then, all of a sudden, there was a faint twinge of pain in this world of darkness and a whooshing sensation. My engorged stomach had been jostled, and I was being grabbed and lifted...
My eyes fluttered open and I came to my senses. Six strong claws grasped me around the stomach, penetrating my thin fur and denting my delicate skin. A beak poked my belly and opened up, grabbing a small section of flesh and pulling. Immediately, I realized I was being eaten by a Fearow. I squiggled and writhed, desperately trying to save my life. Out of shock, the Fearow reeled backwards and was immediately hit in the wing by a small object. Absolutely stunned, the Fearow fell to the ground, twitching, and was engulfed in a red light that was sucked back into the object, which turned out to be a Pokball. My life was saved. I looked down at the young man who took the ball firmly and walked off, the curly brown fur on his head abounce. I had to know who he was.
My climbing-down problem was solved for me. After leaning forward to watch the guy take his Fearow and leave the clearing, I felt myself begin to teeter from the branch where the Fearow took me. I hit the ground hard, but it felt good being in my element again. And the satchel, with its enticing scent momentarily forgotten, had helped to cushion my fall. I stepped off and grabbed its burlap outside in my mouth, shaking it wildly. Soon I began to charge into it, using my first tackle attack, and my claws joined the medley as well. Eventually a small hole appeared that ripped, becoming larger and larger, until the prize inside was revealed. A sweet pink fruit, which I now know as the Pecha berry, stood before me. My mouth took it in gigantic chunks, pink drool trickling from my mouth as I bit off really more than I could hold. The newfound sensation of taste was overwhelming, and soon I felt an emotion I had never felt before: happiness. With my belly taut in its fullness and plenty of energy, I continued on, leaving this big, open space where my small frame was so vulnerable.