"That's enough, Sergeant."

The Arcanine turned around, and his muzzle contorted into an angry snarl. "What the HELL do you want, Capella?"

A Mawile stood calmly about 20 feet away, many pokemon staring at her. "The Rhyhorn, naturally. You're letting your anger get the better of you again. As both a witness and as someone who can keep level headed, I can say that the Rhyhorn is not to blame for this. Your own officers are."

The sergeant barked angrily. "What are you insinuating?"

"Your officers were chased this already frightened Rhyhorn into the wall of your police station. It's their fault any of this happened." She glared at two growlithes standing nearby, who bowed their heads in shame. "Besides, I'm sure even you can tell that despite his appearance, this Rhyhorn is little more than a child."

Timothy turned his head toward the sky and wailed. "I'm not a chiiiiiiiiiiiild! I'm a real Rhyhorn and I'm grown up and when I evolve you'll all see I'll prove you wrong and I'll be the greatest of heroes just you wait and see I'll do it just waaaatch!"

The sergeant facepawed and sighed. "No argument there, I suppose."

Capella continued. "Furthermore, do you really want to jail this guy in your police station? He's bound to cause more damage, whether intentional or not, and Rhyhorns eat a lot. You'll be fully responsible for all that food. Due to the fact that this whole thing is an accident, there's really no reason to hold him anyway. Besides, I know what to do with him." She came close to the sergeant, and spoke in a lowered voice. "I'm sure you're well aware of that new adventurer's guild that young Willow has—"

"NO!" The sergeant roared, tendrils of flame escaping from his fur, causing Timothy to shake in terror, "I'll have NOTHING to do with that damn guild!"

"Okay, then, here's a thought..." Capella muttered something into the sergeant's ear. The Arcanine's expression slowly changing from a snarl to a grin.

"You really do have a way with words, Capella Silver-tongue. Very well." He turned to face the Rhyhorn. "Boy, whatever your name is..."

"T-t-timothy." The Rhyhorn whimpered.

"Timothy." The sergeant continued. "You said you wanted to prove that you're more than a mere child? Come with me. I'd like to introduce you to a new guild in town."

~~~

"The guild is in that tree just up the hill. Now, [i]don't forget what I've told you.[/i]"

Timothy nodded nervously at the sergeant, and began walking up the hill to the tree. The sergeant watched intently for a few seconds as his tail slowly wagged from side to side. Once he was certain that Timothy was going to do just what he told him, he quietly leapt out of sight.

"H-hello? is anyone in here?" Timothy tried turning his head so his good eye could see the inside of the library, but he only ended up whacking the door frame, causing the whole tree to shake.