Chapter Eight—The Phone Call
“Are you sure about this?”
“Well, I’m not. I want down.”
“You’re teaching me so many things. Why can’t I teach you something?”
It was quite an early morning, yet Whimsy found herself up and going despite her hatred of ungodly hours. She also found herself stuck near the top of a very tall tree, courtesy of Nando’s Altaria, who was perched on the other side of the trunk. Nando stood at the bottom with Glaze, Darkrai, and his Roserade, waiting patiently for Whimsy to make the expected move: jump.
“Come on, Whimsy! We’ll catch you!” Glaze assured her.
“I don’t believe you,” she droned.
“This is your problem: you have a huge trust issue,” Nando decided. “You need to learn to trust.”
“I trust my Pokémon!” Whimsy snapped.
“But not people.”
As she shifted to face away from the trunk, a tw