[EGG RECIEVED]
...Now, I am NOT quite sure how to record the context in which this egg was recieved. I suppose I shall simply prompt my own future recollection of this instance by mentioning a tube of gift-wrap, seven bowls of rolled oats, a paperclip, a stop-sign, a broken lyre, and a particularly angry florist who told her sleeping Abra to curse my bloodline. The Abra did not wake up. I assume... not that I've ever truly planned on having any biological children, though. So no harm, no foul, upon this florist's part. Anywho- I believe this to be a Delibird egg, and if its personality is in any way as eccentric as the manner in which it was met, I do believe I am going to have a very, very long tab for calming jasmine tea at the cafe.
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[Delibird has hatched!]
Oh, my, it is INDEED a Delibird! And I have indeed already placed an order for seven boxes of looseleaf jasmine at the local Center, as I believe I am in for /quite/ the process in training and studying this headstrong little bird. The first thing it did upon hatching was to look at me... then look at my satchel. Then it looked at me. And then it looked at satchel. And then it looked at me whilst picking up my satchel, to ever-so-slowly place it upon its own shoulder, as I had not yet the chance to find her a bag of her own. Not that I quite minded this-... but the little one didn't even ASK, which, as I have witnessed in the past, is a surefire calling card of a Pokemon that acts before it thinks. After a short walk to the nearest Pokemon Center, she picked out the bag she liked most- predictably, of course, the sort of bag that most all Delibird prefer- and was thus content with staying in her Pokeball to sort out the berries I had promptly given her as a distraction. Time will tell if she can use these quick grabby-grabby flippers of hers well in battle.
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...This young hatchling has developed a pattern of stealing my satchel after mealtimes, despite having a perfectly fine bag of her own. I am not entirely convinced it is that she prefers mine, so much as it is, yet again, a continued example of not looking where she's reaching- we do indeed place both of our bags in the same general location whilst eating. Naming her 'Satchel' began as a small attempt at humor after the thirteenth instance. Satchel- after hearing this initially-a-joke nickname, absolutely BURST out into what I assume was laughter, and was reduced to all but rolling about in the grass like a Spheal. This, in turn, caused me to laugh- and it was quite a number of minutes before either of us were able to compose ourselves. I do suppose, in light of this merriment, the name shall stick.
I really don't know what was so funny about the nickname.
I do admit, I'm getting rather judgey vibes from this silly bird. Judgemental vibes which I do NOT appreciate.
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