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As the little Pokemon’s belly filled up with that warm MooMoo Milk, their eyelids lowered. At times it seemed as if they finally did fall asleep only for them to slightly jolt awake and snuggle the trainer a bit.

Rebecca gently held the little Pokemon in her arms once the bottle was emptied and leaned back a bit. She softly spoke to them.

“Little one… Do you want a new name?”