You walk along a secluded path, trying to find shelter from the rain. There are puddles on the ground, with a rush of water flowing down the small moat on the side of the path. You step, and something under you crunches. Looking down, you see a tiny pikmin, with the little leaf on its head shriveled up.

You carefully pick it up in your hand, it looking to be in distraught.

“Waaaauhh..!” The little thing wails in your palm, shaking around as it holds the leaf in its little hands.