Petilil settled in the soft, grassy field for a nap.
She screamed as a screeching Araquanid leapt at her. In a matter of moments Petilil’s leaves were plucked and Araquanid scuttled away.
In a cave, Araquanid filled a bowl with water and placed the leaves in it.
“Come on, boil the water!” he told a Centiskorch. “We need this to help Nincada get better!”
“I’m telling you, this isn’t going to work,” Centiskorch said, “but fine, I’ll do it.” She wrapped herself around the bowl and boiled the leaves.
“Drink this,” Araquanid said, passing the bowl to a Nincada. “It’ll relieve your weariness.”
Nincada took a sip and sputtered and coughed and gagged and screamed.
“That’s terrible! I think I’m choking!”
“What?” Araquanid asked. “I don’t understand. Local research said Petilil leaves cure weariness.”
“By what, killing me?” Nincada choked out.
“Yeah,” Centiskorch said, “but where I’m from, local research determined boiled Petilil leaves work as a bug repellent! But nooo, you didn’t listen!”
-Odemon #548 Petilil
