Milo was tending to the field that he loved so much, the numerous Wooloo scattered along. The farm he had was full of them, and of course, the precious sheep pokémon. The white fencing that closed off the giant farmland had vines growing along them as he opened the gate to enter. When he did, the Wooloo nearby surrounded him, excited to be cared for and washed. Milo let out a soft laugh and pet them, carrying a heavy bucket of water with ease. He sat it down, beginning to tend to the pokémon.