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Excitedly, Claudette hopped off the train, hoping to maybe even to take a short trip to the city today. Arriving at Town Hall, Claudette was greated by Pelly the Pelipper. After being given a map of town, which Pelly had marked where her new home was on the map, Claudette made her way across town into her new home. Claudette carefully started to unpack her dolls, when she heard a knock on the door. She had been holding her Drifloon doll, and the knock had startled her, sending the doll flying through the air and landing with a thunk on the floor. "Come in!" She called, happy to have a houseguest. The door opened and there stood a Zigzagoon, Tom Zook the Zigzagoon.
"Hello! I am Tom Zook, I own The Nook, you may have passed it on your way here no? Well, I trust you like your new home hm?"
"Oh yes, I like it very much!" Claudette replied. "In fact, I was thinking about heading out to the city a little later. Ehm, er, Mr. Zook, do you by any chance know when the next bus happens to be leaving?"
"Well the next bus comes through here in roughly an hour or so, but, do you have enough bells for the bus fare, miss?"
"Oh, I hadn't thought of that. I guess I'll have to wait then."
"Alright miss." The raccoon said. "It's a pity you hadn't arrived here earlier, I had a position open at my shop! You could have had it if only....."
Claudette cut him off. "That's quite alright Tom!"
"Alright! Well I'll be on my way then! Good day!"
"Goodbye!" Yelled Claudette through the closed door.
She was still so eager to get to the city, so she rearanged her dolls, wrapped her scarf she had made on the bus around her neck and skipped out the door. On her way to the bus stop, (she had hoped she could sweet talk the ol' Captain into letting her on for free) an old Torkoal came up behind her.
"Hey der!" Said the old man.
Claudette really wanted to catch the bus, so she ignored him and picked up her pace.
"A said hey der young mishy!" Yelled the Torkoal once more, and began tapping her with his cane.
"Oh I'm terribly sorry!" Claudette finnally responded. "I just was trying to make the bus and-"
"Your de new girl, eh?" Torkomer interrupted. "Den how, may A ashk, are you gunna afford to ride dat train?"
"First off, it's a bus, and second, who are you anyways?" Snapped Claudette.
"Mind your tone, young mishy, for I am de mayor of dis here town! I'm Torkomer, and you, mishy, must be Claudette. Pleased to meet ya."
"Oh- I- um.... you too. I'm so sorry for-" Started Claudette.
"Oh, that's all behind us now! But let's get you a job. Ehem. *cough cough* whattaya like to do den?"
"Well, I like to sew, and design clothes."
"Oh you whippersnappers with your fashion craze! I'm only kiddin, of course. I tink I know just the place fer ye! Follow me!"
Claudette and Torkomer started off, until they reached a place called "Able Sisters". From the looks of it, it was some sort of shop. A sewing shop maybe? Claudette would be delighted to work in a place such as this. When she walked in, a Quilava greated her at the door.
"Welcome! Feel free to look-" Started Mabel excitedly until Torkomer cut her off.
"Why hello der Mabel! I got right here you newest em-ploy-ee!"
"Mhm.... I see....." replied Mabel. "Excellent taste in fashion..... let me ask you something dear, where did you get your clothes?"
"I made them!" Claudette cheered, eager to brag about her talent. "As for my inspiration, GracieGrace. I've only been there once, long ago, but I bought a magnificent scarf there! Oh, I still have it somewhere, if you want to see, I'll go fetch it-"
"Oh no dear! That's fine~! You can help me design some clothes, as a part time job! Oh yes, by the way, I'm Mabel. And her, over there, is my sister, Sable!" She exclaimed, pointing to a Shiny Quilava sewing a dress in the back, who, in return, nodded her head.
"I see ma job here is done!" exclaimed Torkomer, leaving the shop.
When Claudette went home that night, she layed down on her bed, which one of the few items she had unpacked, she know she was going to like it here. Thinking of the happy days ahead of her, Claudette Smiled, held her French Pachirisu doll close, Her other dolls resting just at the foot of her bed, and drifted off to sleep.

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Excitedly, Claudette hopped off the train, hoping to maybe even to take a short trip to the city today. Arriving at Town Hall, Claudette was greated by Pelly the Pelipper. After being given a map of town, which Pelly had marked where her new home was on the map, Claudette made her way across town into her new home. Claudette carefully started to unpack her dolls, when she heard a knock on the door. She had been holding her Drifloon doll, and the knock had startled her, sending the doll flying through the air and landing with a thunk on the floor. "Come in!" She called, happy to have a houseguest. The door opened and there stood a Zigzagoon, Tom Zook the Zigzagoon.
"Hello! I am Tom Zook, I own The Nook, you may have passed it on your way here no? Well, I trust you like your new home hm?"
"Oh yes, I like it very much!" Claudette replied. "In fact, I was thinking about heading out to the city a little later. Ehm, er, Mr. Zook, do you by any chance know when the next bus happens to be leaving?"
"Well the next bus comes through here in roughly an hour or so, but, do you have enough bells for the bus fare, miss?"
"Oh, I hadn't thought of that. I guess I'll have to wait then."
"Alright miss." The raccoon said. "It's a pity you hadn't arrived here earlier, I had a position open at my shop! You could have had it if only....."
Claudette cut him off. "That's quite alright Tom!"
"Alright! Well I'll be on my way then! Good day!"
"Goodbye!" Yelled Claudette through the closed door.
She was still so eager to get to the city, so she rearanged her dolls, wrapped her scarf she had made on the bus around her neck and skipped out the door. On her way to the bus stop, (she had hoped she could sweet talk the ol' Captain into letting her on for free) an old Torkoal came up behind her.
"Hey der!" Said the old man.
Claudette really wanted to catch the bus, so she ignored him and picked up her pace.
"A said hey der young mishy!" Yelled the Torkoal once more, and began tapping her with his cane.
"Oh I'm terribly sorry!" Claudette finnally responded. "I just was trying to make the bus and-"
"Your de new girl, eh?" Torkomer interrupted. "Den how, may A ashk, are you gunna afford to ride dat train?"
"First off, it's a bus, and second, who are you anyways?" Snapped Claudette.
"Mind your tone, young mishy, for I am de mayor of dis here town! I'm Torkomer, and you, mishy, must be Claudette. Pleased to meet ya."
"Oh- I- um.... you too. I'm so sorry for-" Started Claudette.
"Oh, that's all behind us now! But let's get you a job. Ehem. *cough cough* whattaya like to do den?"
"Well, I like to sew, and design clothes."
"Oh you whippersnappers with your fashion craze! I'm only kiddin, of course. I tink I know just the place fer ye! Follow me!"
Claudette and Torkomer started off, until they reached a place called "Able Sisters". From the looks of it, it was some sort of shop. A sewing shop maybe? Claudette would be delighted to work in a place such as this. When she walked in, a Quilava greated her at the door.
"Welcome! Feel free to look-" Started Mabel excitedly until Torkomer cut her off.
"Why hello der Mabel! I got right here you newest em-ploy-ee!"
"Mhm.... I see....." replied Mabel. "Excellent taste in fashion..... let me ask you something dear, where did you get your clothes?"
"I made them!" Claudette cheered, eager to brag about her talent. "As for my inspiration, GracieGrace. I've only been there once, long ago, but I bought a magnificent scarf there! Oh, I still have it somewhere, if you want to see, I'll go fetch it-"
"Oh no dear! That's fine~! You can help me design some clothes, as a part time job! Oh yes, by the way, I'm Mabel. And her, over there, is my sister, Sable!" She exclaimed, pointing to a Shiny Quilava sewing a dress in the back, who, in return, nodded her head.
"I see ma job here is done!" exclaimed Torkomer, leaving the shop.
When Claudette went home that night, she layed down on her bed, which one of the few items she had unpacked, she know she was going to like it here. Thinking of the happy days ahead of her, Claudette Smiled, held her French Pachirisu doll close, Her other dolls resting just at the foot of her bed, and drifted off to sleep.