"Yeehaw, Whiskers! Today, we're gonna be real life cowgirls!" Ana exclaims, her eyes shining with excitement as she twirls a lasso above her head.

Clad in a fringed leather vest, a plaid shirt tied at her midriff, and a pair of boots adorned with decorative spurs, she strikes quite the anachronistic figure amidst the peaceful Fallarbor countryside. At her side, Old Whiskers regards her with a look of pure exasperation; even the Espeon's tufted tail manages to convey just how unimpressed he is.

"Well, tough luck, my whiskered friend! We promised we'd help round up those Mareep," she reminds him, adjusting her ten-gallon hat firmly atop her head. The farmer had been so distraught after the storm had scattered his flock, Ana couldn't help but volunteer their services. The fact that she'd get to cosplay her favorite childhood fantasy? That was just a bonus.

Now, out in the fields, the sun beams down overhead, and the chirps of wild Pokémon fill the air. The terrain is rocky and uneven, Ana nearly twisting her ankle several times, but it doesn't deter her in the slightest. She's on a mission to be helpful, after all! And it's all the more adventurous for the long grass they have to trudge through.

In the distance, several Mareep dot the hillside, the fluffy white sheep Pokémon bleating in confusion as they mill about in the aftermath of the storm. They seem completely undisturbed by Ana's presence.

She knows she has to act quickly, before they wander too far, so with a deep breath, she begins to swing the lasso above her head, her brow furrowed in determination. She's seen this done a thousand times in movies; how hard can it really be? Right. Time to lasso some Mareep and show everyone how a real cowgirl gets the job done. "Watch this, Whiskers! I've totally got this."

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