Most of the citizens of the small town, and the ranches around it, witnessed the meteor shower. And if they didn't see the event, they heard about it through gossip. Roy and his parents were working hard that night, however, when they had heard of a lost Ponyta who ran away from their neighbor's ranch.
It's been almost a week since then, possibly two weeks, since that event. Mr. and Mrs. Severias were setting the table in their comely house, when Roy's father called him down to dinner, "Roy! It's dinner time!" Roy's room was upstairs; the attic that came with the house was remodeled through hard work to be a much larger room than most others would have. The smells of cooked food filled the stairwell, of mashed potatoes, ham, gravy, and boiled eggs.
It's been almost a week since then, possibly two weeks, since that event. Mr. and Mrs. Severias were setting the table in their comely house, when Roy's father called him down to dinner, "Roy! It's dinner time!" Roy's room was upstairs; the attic that came with the house was remodeled through hard work to be a much larger room than most others would have. The smells of cooked food filled the stairwell, of mashed potatoes, ham, gravy, and boiled eggs.
The Espurr ate just as hurriedly as its trainer, shovelling food into her mouth from the small plate at the table. Mr. Severias lowered his paper to the side, dishing up his plate. Taking note of his son's actions, "If you eat too quickly, you'll cramp up on the run to the game. It'll ruin the moment for you." Mrs. Sevarias sat down at the table, which was carved out of wood and handmade by the family, "If you must eat quickly, ask the neighbor, Miss Galla, for a ride there. Her four Ponyta cart doesn't cramp from eating too quickly."
His father leaned over to turn the radio up, "There's only so many innings left. You'll have to make it over there in time to tell us all about it. We have work to do. Some Mareep need to be herded back from the grassy hills and they can't be left out there much longer."
His father leaned over to turn the radio up, "There's only so many innings left. You'll have to make it over there in time to tell us all about it. We have work to do. Some Mareep need to be herded back from the grassy hills and they can't be left out there much longer."