It was still rather early in the morning and Belle knew that they had quite a bit of distance to cover before they would reach the next inn. But even then, she had high spirits, because it was a beautiful day and Farfetch’d was in a good mood as well.
Her research was going well, and she was becoming better at sketching the Pokemon she encountered. Farfetch’d, vain little Pokemon that he was, considered himself her owner, and approved of her drawings, sometimes he even pushed her in the direction of Pokemon she had to draw.
When he suddenly flew away, Belle had no idea what had come over him, but she figured he’d return to her later.
Farfetch’d had heard something in the forest, and when he saw a Nidoran steal a mushroom from the basket of a young girl who had her back turned on him, he grew angry. With his leek in his hand, he flew down and started hitting the thief.