By the time May had entered the forest and become engulfed by the sizable trees and shrubs, she was seeing all kinds of pokemon...but no fire types. But of course, she should have known she wouldn't find any fire types in a forest. She had been so eager to start her adventure that she had just jumped on the first thing she thought of. Now wandering around the Central City forest, May watched all sort of normal and grass pokemon frolick around her. But she only had one pokeball - which one should she catch? And how should she go about catching it? She had read that you should first weaken a pokemon before attempting to catch it but she had no pokemon to weaken it with. 

Sitting against a tree to think, she heard the whistling and crooning of a pidgey who was perched on a branch above her head. Looking up at him, May meekly extended her hand out to him, pointing her finger out as a perch for him. "Come on, little guy," she coaxed him to come down. She'd seen lots of pidgeys before but never one that seemed to be so at peace. The pidgey ignored her invitation to perch on her finger but instead flew down from the branch and landed on the grass in front of her feet. It bobbed its head as it looked at her. 

"Please come up on my finger, pidgey," she invited him once more as she slowly extended her hand once again. The pidgey was certainly hesitant and took its time deciding if it trusted May but it eventually fluttered onto her finger. The young girl giggled at her success. She sat by that tree with Pidgey for what seemed like hours, just talking to it and attempting to pet it.  She hadn't even thought about catching it until much later. Would the pidgey get scared of her if she tried to catch it with her pokeball? She hoped not.