"You're making the sad song?" Pichu squeaked, his ears flattening.
He felt like a guardian of the PokéPark. poképark
The Mew was small, even for its kind, and looked exhausted. Its tail flicked anxiously. "You're making the sad song
The sad, lonely music stuttered... and then melted away. A new melody rose in its place—bouncy, bright, and full of laughter. It was the old tune, but richer now, with an extra harmony Pichu didn't recognize. It was his silly morning hum, woven into the song. even for its kind
Dooooom.