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            Now how the hell did I get in this situation? Ven shielded his eyes from the sun beaming down on from the sky. The several murmurs from the crowd were slowly begun to irritate him as he tugged with contempt on the rope that bounded him the cart. His eyes drifted, scouting out the competitors for this so called race. It matter not. He gave a smirk brimming with confidence. He was going to beat them all. To his relief, he didn’t have to drag Brutus in the cart. He shuddered to think if he had to strain his back to haul that hulky bulk. His passengers, however, wished to exchange with others.

            Rowen appeared antsy as he tapped his bone impatiently on the cart with a new comer, a skittish shiny Flaaffy, by the name of Theo, ducking his head nervously. Ven rolled his eyes at his ridiculous luck. Would have thought I would have been out of this but here I am… He heard a snort of the crowd, eyes immediately seeking who it was. Brutus was giving off a small smile enjoying this a little too much for his liking.

            A chatot was perched on the shoulder of that Furret who introduced them to the Hunter’s. He rummaged through his brain for the name. Puff? Fluff? Cuff… CUFFIN!  Honestly it didn’t even run off the tongue well for his taste. When Cuffin reached the parakeet high, Ven and the other competitors couched low, prepared.

            Ven glanced back to see where the competitors were. There was one who was mighty persistent despite all the tricks his ‘defenders’ had pulled out. An agitated Skarmory with a Larvesta nestled in the cart. Oh that weirdo… and crazy birdbrain. From the glare, he received from her; he knew she still remembered his face. He couldn’t quite stop from breaking out in hysterics from her look. If you want a fight… Come in and get it…