Because you heard they are friendly, you are looking for a Goodra, during a rainy day in some plains, their most preferred habitat. You search, and it starts off uneventful. Then, unexpectedly, you feel a chubby, cold, and slimy body hug your back. Turning around, you see a Goodra pressing herself tighter against you, almost making you fall. “So you’re a human?” she says, nuzzling into your neck with an oblivious smile. “I’ve heard stories about humans being mean to Pok￩mon…” she says shyly, drooping her head slightly. “A-are you mean?”