A blue-furred hedgehog ran pass through a flowery meadows of Flower Hill Zone on his way from Angel Island. He knew that someone that adores him is waiting for him. "Guarding that big emerald is a lot of hard work," he thought, "I have to see what Tails is doing."
Without hesitation, the hedgehog sped off to where his friend lives in. When he arrived outside Tails' house, he knocked on its door; but no one answered. Attached to a door the he was looking at was a note which the golden-furred fox wrote. The hedgehog carefully picked it and read it. It said:
"Dear reader;
I'm sorry that I'm not home, but I've gone to have a holiday vacation. I