My wings were starting to get a little worn out as I came to the Carrier Pidgey rest stop. I landed in front of it. "Can I see your letter?" the Staraptor guarding the entrance asked me. I lifted up one of my talons that had the letter clasped in it. The Staraptor stepped aside. "Go ahead in."

I walked in through the door and took a seat at the bar. "Can I get a sesame margarita?" I asked the Pidgeotto bartender.

"Sure, beautiful." He flipped his hair feathers out of his face. I rolled my eyes. Pidgeotto is such a stuck-up breed of Pokémon.

"You don't look like a Pidgey to me," the Pidgey on the perch next to me said.

"Nope," I replies, just like I always do. "I'm from Unova."

"Why'd they even let you in here?"

"Because I happen to have Mail, that's why," I said in the same snooty tone the Pidgey had used.

"Oh yeah? I bet it's just some freaky Youngster writing to his mommy."

"Actually, it's from Touko White."

His lower beak dropped. "No way."

"Yes way." I held it up. "See? It says right here: 'To Cheren From Touko.'"

He folded his wings and assumed a grumpy look. "I wanna take Mail for the regional Champions."

"Maybe you will someday," I said, winking.

"Here's your sesame margarita, beautiful," the Pidgeotto said, sliding a glass across the bar. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of it.

"They're saying Team Rocket's back," the Pidgey said.

"I knew. Touko's going to Mt. Silver to fight them, so Skyla gave me to her so she can keep in touch with her friends."

"Okay. So, first, you tell me you take mail for the Unova Champion. Then you tell me you're Skyla's Pokémon?"

"Yep. I'm descended from her Unfezant."

"Wow."

I finished my sesame margarita. "Well, I'd better leave. I have to take this letter all the way to Aspertia City."

"Well, maybe I'll see you," the Pidgey said.

"Call me, beautiful!" the Pidgeotto called as I flew out the door.