"In sydney you can't enclose a carport without council approval, paint your house in what ever colour you want. If someone complains you're gone... In the country, they would have more leeway. Less people too complain..."
Ow, ow ow ow oww. Damn.
I've walked confidently through there for awhile now and I can't help but wonder what got to me. I shrug as a catch my breath, adjust my pack and start walking through the grass. The Professor and Mom's warning float through my mind. Don't go into the tall grass, you could get hurt it you don't have a Pokemon with you.
' I smile, they worry over nothing, that's when my foot catches on something and I trip. I fall flat on my face and groan. Ow, ow ow ow oww. Damn. ' I flip over and pornstag up, rubbing my back, trying to pornsta the pain to soften.
When I try to stand I can't, I look down, my Whis is caught in a vine, its twisted around my ankle and halfway up my calf...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑