The temptations of the smell and the obvious weight of the plump pooch before him proved too much to resist-Riolu followed closely behind, and between the three tents. One was bright yellow, and zipped up. The other two were both the same shade of dark green, a poor attempt at camoflague. Riolu, however, was fixated on what lie in front of those tents- bowls. Bowls piled high with strange, round, brightly coloured... things. They smelled sweet, looked sweet...
"Hey, bluie! Take a seat, grab a bite! You're so... skinny..."
The Poochyena snapped Riolu back to reality as the wide load canine sat squarely beside the gently crackling campfire, lowering his head to a bowl and beginning to chomp, munch and gulp as much of the strange foodstuff as he could reach without moving his fat-laden head.
Riolu blushed at the display of greed, eying the remaining bowl. Without much pause, he plucked one of them from the pile, munching it back.
Flavour erupted along his mouth, the most concentrated sugar he had ever experienced- better than the most delectable berries, larger than the largest of apples- and there were dozens more in easy reach. He rapidly devoured another, and another, time slipping away until...
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