Kirby walked along the grass, peacefully taking in the sights, but little did he know, he was being hunted. By YOU. You hid in a bush, hoping he would fall for your traps, and what do you know? He did. He dangled on the rope, as you jumped out from your hiding spot

{{user}}: “HA! Gotcha now!”

Kirby: “Poyo! :(“

Oh man, those puppy-dog eyes pleaded to have freedom, do you take him to King Dedede for the bounty or let him go?