3 head's crashed down on me
It was a clear and bright day devoid of any clouds. The kind that makes one feel so very small staring up at the empty blue sky. At least that is how one bulbasaur felt as he walked past a particularly large patch of grass. This newborn had been separated from its mother not long ago. Its seed barely having sprouted, he had left the protection of his small nest in a hallowed tree stump to look for some sort of meal. His mother not having returned since yesterday. However he was too tempted to sunbathe to focus entirely on food. He scurried through the short grass, pulling himself on a large flat rock near to a large oak tree sitting by the cliff that separated the plain from the sea. he decided that food was too much work so long as sunlight and the gentle sea breeze willingly came to him. While offering much to relax and nourish this young one it was no replacement for much needed vitamins. As the young one stood to look for some bugs or fruit there was a rustle in the tall grass behind him. Quickly turning around toward the source of the noise revealed little besides swaying grass blades. Turning back around he found he was obstructed by a very large and frightening red head with one large yellow unblinking eye. Startled he leaped back and bumped into something hard. A quick look back revealed more of the same. The head in front grabbed him and as he was lifted higher his attacker was revealed as a menacing scizor. As such it is with great irony that in his last moments he was looking for food only to become food.