Beatrice knew that with breeding, there was a lot of things to do on little sleep. She wonders how her mother was able to just deal with only one child. If it wasnāt her Sneasel rousing her early to train, it was Kangaskhan thumping around her room, or little Oddish running in search of food. On top of everything she needed to do, she added a mile jog to help the egg growā Thinking maybe her PokĆ©mon could all exercise with her.
... She was very mistaken.
She only had two hands, she simply couldnāt keep them all under control.
Thatās how she found herself, struggling to keep her Sneasel from running off again, and getting more and more off track on her walk to Veilstone City. She had hoped to pick berries on her expedition too! Beatrice sighed, scooping Sneasel up from wandering too far off, āI know you want to help but please, stop going so far,ā She couldnāt keep chasing him around with Ponyta attached to her. The firey filly still followed her patiently, the egg in a little basket on her back.
