[ You pull Red Star; A Collection of Sinnoh folk stories by D. Noriga off the shelf, and flip to a random page.]
…A long time ago, Almighty Sinnoh dropped something on the mountain, and needed someone to find it.
First, They called the Crow, hoping for cleverness-
But the Crow was far too shrewd and selfish.
“What’s in it for me?” it croaked, flying away into the tall grass.
Next, They called the Rabbit, hoping for obedience-
But the Rabbit was far too fragile and cowardly.
“I don’t think I can!” it squeaked, scurrying away into the tall grass.
Third, They called the Fox, hoping for balance-
But the Fox was far too defiant and rude.
“Why would I help you?” it sneered, leaping away into the tall grass.
Finally, They called the Huntsman.
“I have dropped something on the mountain,” They said.
“And I need you to fetch it from the beasts in the tall grass.”
“Whats in it for me?” The Huntsman asked.
“Feathers for your Bed,” They promised, “and Furs to keep you warm.”
“And If I think I can’t?”
“You will find courage, and my strength behind you.”
“And why should I help you?”
“Because you will be rewarded greatly as my Champion.”
[ You snap the book closed. ]
[ That’s enough of that, you think.]