[And down below, on one of the routes, there are two little kids holding hands as they make their way down the path — the girl, about eight, with a Politoed hopping along beside her, and the boy about eleven with a Natu on his shoulder — both of whom stop to gawk at the young witch on her broom as she goes rocketing by.
The boy stops dead in his tracks and tips his head back, one hand shielding his eyes from the sun as he tracks the foreign object's arc through the sky.]
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The boy stops dead in his tracks and tips his head back, one hand shielding his eyes from the sun as he tracks the foreign object's arc through the sky.]
Oh, wow!