The day was calm, just a little wind was making the tall grass on the grassland bow. Things were really weird, since there was not a single Pokémon to see in it. Well, except for one. A Goodra was lying in the grass, sobbing really badly. Its slime was mixing up with the tears that ran down its face, which was really distorted from all that crying it did the whole afternoon. Well, the reason for the lack of Pokémon in the tall grass was it itself. Nobody wanted to play with the Goodra. “It is too slimy”, they said and ran off. Pokémon seemed to avoid the poor Dragon-Type-Pokémon as nobody could hear the miserable screams of inner-pain the Goodra gave from it.
To the same time, a young boy, came across the field-street. Even though he didn't cry, it was the thing he would like to do most now, since some people had stolen his Eevee, his only friend in the whole world. He was just an average, normal boy who was quite calm and would avoid any kind of trouble he would have ran into. But people still tried to avoid him, calling him names, even throwing food at him. He always stood man and avoided crying “like a baby” as he always thought.
The street was long and he was on his way back home, since he just went to the police, which was in the neighbor town to report his stolen Eevee. His face became even sadder when he touched his belt, where the empty Pokéball was fixed. The feeling of the Pokéball and the therewith connected memories of his Eevee made him feel even sadder. He walked across the street, when he saw the Goodra, which had just raised to go to the nearby river to get some fresh water, crossed the field way.
He was taught to just wait for the Goodra to get over the street, since these Pokémon weren't hostile. But he noticed, that something was wrong with it, thus trying to find out what was wrong.
Goodra noticed the boy, too and looked over to him. The picture the kid was now seeing was terrible for his heart.
The Goodra, as big as it was, was sad. Deeply sad. The sun was shining at its face and reflected from its eyes, slime... and tears.
Goodra saw the pain in the boy's soul, too, as it remained on the street to examine him a bit. But both, Goodra's and the eyes of the boy hit each other and saw the deep pain of being alone and bullied. Both just looked each other into the eyes for a while. It was like the world stopped to spin and the time had stopped going.
Then, as they both were ordered to, started to walk in to each other, feeling of doing something right.
When they finally came to each other, they hugged each other tightly, as they both began to cry loudly.
Without knowing of each other's reason of being sad, they just comforted each other and soon, after a long hug, became friends.