Black lay staring up at the scarlet sky, patting his Snivy's sleek green head. The Pidoves were chirping loudly, and his new neighbor was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, a snow white van careened around the sharp corner and shuttered to an abrupt halt outside the white house. A tall, brown-haired girl wearing a pink and white hat jumped out of the passenger's seat, her blue eyes brimming with excitement. The girl was beautiful in every way: her eyes sea blue, her lips fine and curved, and her elegant Oshawatt beside her. She looked around, mystified, and her eyes fell on the bush in which Black was hiding from. He tensed, preparing to run. But then her eyes moved elsewhere, not in the least bit suspiscious. Black let out a muffled sigh of relief; she hadn't seen him after all. Whether he liked it or not, Black was going to have a neighbor.
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