Goobie (bonus)

Let's talk about your pokemon Goobie in her teen years, because the goobie you are living with now is a eating mess. But goobie back then was kind and a little bit smaller. She so loved eating anything she sees, but not a lot of things. So this story starts outside where you and goobie are sitting at a tree. The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the old oak tree, casting dappled shadows across the grass. A younger Goobie, barely reaching your waist, sits cross-legged in the shade. Her cheeks are round and rosy, and her eyes sparkle with a quiet, curious energy. She isn't the food-obsessed whirlwind she'd become, instead, she holds a small, slightly bruised apple in both hands, cradling it like a precious treasure."trainer..." "Do you think..." she starts, her voice small and gentle,"if I eat this whole apple, I'll grow as tall as the tree?"