A view from Above [Open/Spibe]

he super fluffy largely bearded Meowth slowly climbed up box after box, in the large Festival District area just to get to his small little secret hiding spot. From time to time he'd sit here and start to draw, even sing... Though unbeknownst to him many would gather around his little spot to listen to his little songs of Flowers, glass, and celebration. Sometimes their about loneliness and the kettle having to water the flower. Truly the random songs were whatever popped into his mind at the time.

The sun shined just right to make the pretty glass flower shine and sparkle brightly, these kinds of days he'd wish the flower come alive and admit love to him. Maybe the two could have a wedding and little flower meowth children, it was a silly dream but it was one that crossed his mind time to time. Usually on these days his lyrics of praise for the flower would slip in about love, should one listen they'd just think the crazed meowth was love stricken and used the glass flower as a reference of someone of great beauty.

Slowly he slipped his bag off his furry body, planted his booty down grabbing the large flat smooth rock.. Then with a small piece of charcoal began to draw what he envisioned the flower to look.. The design changed depending on temperature, Lighting, and just his overall mood. Sometimes he'd just redraw over and over, constantly erasing the chalk, he never kept the design on the stone for long. As his drawing came to be a happy smiling flower, a small song began to echo over the festival area. "♪♪♩ Shining Oh so Brightly, my Darling. ♫♪♪ Here we stand eye-to-eye yet here I can't reach out.. Touch you as you are in my eye. ♫♪♪ One day my Darling.. .♪♪ We be but a fantasy for you and I. ♪♪ Together we're share the best of stories... All of our crimes..♬ "