Diglett hat.
@Kipper
Diggie gasped lightly.
“That sounds like lots and lots and lots fuuuuun!” he cried excitedly, wriggling around. “I’ve never gone fishing before! Let’s do that! Let’s do that!”
He bounced around with glee, excited now, to try the new activity with his friend.Kipper’s ears perked up when he heard this, and this made him even more excited. “Awesome!” He turned around, ready to lead Diggie to his favorite fishing spot. “Come on! I’ll take you to the edge of the river so we can start.” He glanced back at the Diglett. “I hope you don’t mind being near water.”
“Ummmmmmm,” Diggie mumbled as he followed behind the otter, “as long as I don’t fall in…” he wriggled as he went, working up his courage. He had never fallen into the water, but he knew very well that Digletts could not swim. But he was pretty certain he could be very careful around the water’s edge. He had done it before, and he would do it again today. He would be brave!
The Oshawott gave Diggie a reassuring smile. “Well, I’ll be sure that you don’t, otherwise I’ll catch you.” He looked forward. “I’m a pretty good swimmer.” Kipper stated. “With fishing, you really don’t need to be in the water.”
As soon as they reached the river bank, Kipper went over to a bush and took out two handmade fishing poles that were made of sticks and rope. “Here we go.” Kipper walked back to Diggie, holding out one of the poles for him to take. “It’s very simple. You just have to hook up a small worm on the end, toss it into the water, and just wait for a fish to bite.” He explained. “Here, I’ll show you.” Kipper grabbed a small worm from the ground, tied it up on his own fishing pole, went over to the river’s edge and made a cast. He then glanced back at Diggie, hoping that he caught all that. “See? Not so hard.”
The little mole looked up at Kipper before he looked at the pole. He wriggled a little, exposing his stubby little arms to the world above the ground. He took the pole gently, listening to Kipper’s instructions.
“A worm?” he mumbled, before reaching down into the earth and pulling forth a worm. He hooked it awkwardly with his tiny hands and big claws, and then threw the pole into the water, smiling proudly. He had successfully begun fishing! But then he looked over at Kipper, finding him still holding the pole and doing it entirely differently.
Diggie stared up at him for a while.
“Oh…” he said, with shock on his face.Kipper had just stared at Diggie for a moment when he threw the pole into the river. He glanced over to the pole which drifted away with the light current. He looked back at Diggie, handing him his pole. “Here you go. I’ll be back.” He said with a smile before he jumped into the river to swim after the other pole.
He wiggled a little, taking the other pole.
“Oh… oh..!” he cried, realizing now what he was supposed to do. He clutched the pole tightly, to make certain that it wouldn’t happen again.
“I get it! I get it, Kipper!” he shouted happily, giggling as he held the fishing rod close to his body.
@Kipper
Diggie gasped lightly.
“That sounds like lots and lots and lots fuuuuun!” he cried excitedly, wriggling around. “I’ve never gone fishing before! Let’s do that! Let’s do that!”
He bounced around with glee, excited now, to try the new activity with his friend.Kipper’s ears perked up when he heard this, and this made him even more excited. “Awesome!” He turned around, ready to lead Diggie to his favorite fishing spot. “Come on! I’ll take you to the edge of the river so we can start.” He glanced back at the Diglett. “I hope you don’t mind being near water.”
“Ummmmmmm,” Diggie mumbled as he followed behind the otter, “as long as I don’t fall in…” he wriggled as he went, working up his courage. He had never fallen into the water, but he knew very well that Digletts could not swim. But he was pretty certain he could be very careful around the water’s edge. He had done it before, and he would do it again today. He would be brave!
The Oshawott gave Diggie a reassuring smile. “Well, I’ll be sure that you don’t, otherwise I’ll catch you.” He looked forward. “I’m a pretty good swimmer.” Kipper stated. “With fishing, you really don’t need to be in the water.”
As soon as they reached the river bank, Kipper went over to a bush and took out two handmade fishing poles that were made of sticks and rope. “Here we go.” Kipper walked back to Diggie, holding out one of the poles for him to take. “It’s very simple. You just have to hook up a small worm on the end, toss it into the water, and just wait for a fish to bite.” He explained. “Here, I’ll show you.” Kipper grabbed a small worm from the ground, tied it up on his own fishing pole, went over to the river’s edge and made a cast. He then glanced back at Diggie, hoping that he caught all that. “See? Not so hard.”
The little mole looked up at Kipper before he looked at the pole. He wriggled a little, exposing his stubby little arms to the world above the ground. He took the pole gently, listening to Kipper’s instructions.
“A worm?” he mumbled, before reaching down into the earth and pulling forth a worm. He hooked it awkwardly with his tiny hands and big claws, and then threw the pole into the water, smiling proudly. He had successfully begun fishing! But then he looked over at Kipper, finding him still holding the pole and doing it entirely differently.
Diggie stared up at him for a while.
“Oh…” he said, with shock on his face.
@Kipper
Kipper couldn’t help but laugh when he listened to the other’s questions. He nibbled on the berry again before he answered. It’s been so long since he had a Mago berry, so he had to try to remember what it did taste like. “Well, they start of kind of sour, but after a while…” He paused, closing his eyes, his smile widening as he remembered that the flavor would change in his mouth. He continued on, “it will become very sweet.” He giggled softly. “They are so yummy!” He exclaimed, looking at Diggie. “Maybe one day, if I find some, I’ll let you try one.”
“That would be really really good!” he shouted, before realizing his volume. He shrunk down lightly, sorry that he had shouted. “Oops..!”
He looked down before he bounced upright again.
“I would like that a lot, Kipper! I’ve never tried those before..! My daddy says there’s lots of berries that we haven’t seen before… I wanna try all of them..!”Kipper blinked when the Diglett shrunk from his own volume. He chuckled lightly, taking another bite of the berry. “It’s always fun to experiment with berries. Especially with ones that you have never tried before.” He stated. “But these Pecha berries are so delicious!” He exclaimed happily.
After a moment, he looked over at Diggie before asking out of curiosity, “So what do you have planned for today?” Kipper tilted his head while holding the half eaten berry in his lap.
He swayed back and forth gently, looking up at the Oshawott.
“Nothing!” he cried, giggling, “I already helped my mommy gather some food… and my daddy and I made new tunnels! And my sister told me to go away.”
He then made a face.
“My sister’s a meanie!” he said, then, but then he smiled up at his friend. “So I have all day to play!”The Oshawott laughed when Diggie made the face. “Well, that’s great!” He clapped his paws together, before finally keeping them together. “What shall we play then?” He asked, taking his berry again and went to finish it in a few bites. He knew that they couldn’t go swimming, or even dig holes, however, he also knew that there are plenty of other things to do. Especially on a gorgeous day.
“I dunno!” he said, giggling again. Then he started to dig around in circles, looking down at the dirt below as he went. “We could plaaaay… uuuummm…”
Nothing came to mind. Most of his games consisted of pushing rocks and finding bugs, or playing I Spy with his friends. All very simple games, things he felt were surely too silly or simple for his older friend.
“Uuuuuumm..!” he whined before he stopped and looked up at the otter. “Ummm, umm, what do you wanna play?” he asked, beaming up at his friend.The otter watched his dear young friend try to figure out what to do. He chuckled softly before finally answering the question. “Well, if you want to, we can go fishing.” He suggested, knowing that it was near water, yet they could stay on land. “Fishing can be fun with a friend, and plus…” Kipper glanced up at the sky, watching large clouds roll through the bright blue sky, before he continued, “we can watch the clouds.” He was one for very relaxing activities, which he didn’t suggest to a lot of people because he was afraid that they would get too bored of him.
Diggie gasped lightly.
“That sounds like lots and lots and lots fuuuuun!” he cried excitedly, wriggling around. “I’ve never gone fishing before! Let’s do that! Let’s do that!”
He bounced around with glee, excited now, to try the new activity with his friend.Kipper’s ears perked up when he heard this, and this made him even more excited. “Awesome!” He turned around, ready to lead Diggie to his favorite fishing spot. “Come on! I’ll take you to the edge of the river so we can start.” He glanced back at the Diglett. “I hope you don’t mind being near water.”
“Ummmmmmm,” Diggie mumbled as he followed behind the otter, “as long as I don’t fall in…” he wriggled as he went, working up his courage. He had never fallen into the water, but he knew very well that Digletts could not swim. But he was pretty certain he could be very careful around the water’s edge. He had done it before, and he would do it again today. He would be brave!
