"Let's go, Furret!" Screamed the nervous Trainer through the glare of the T.V screen.
Alex watched as the trainer hurled a red and white pokeball out into the extravagent
battlefield in front of him, out came an extrodinary Pokemon. A long furry little
creature coloured beige and brown.
Alex was watching the Pokemon battling tournament again.
He knew when he turned 13 he would be able to get a Pokemon of his own, and
he could hardly wait, as his long awaited 13th Birthday was tomorrow.
"That scrawny little furret will never win.." Alex mumbled to himself.
He went on to listen to the commentators rant on about how Furret was not a good
choice as the trainers opponent was about the send out a Makuhita.
"I choose you, Makuhita!" Blurted the opposing trainer as he tossed his decorated
pokeball into the field in front.
A flash emerged from the pokeball as a plump yellow creature appeared, it was wearing
blue boxing gloves and had rosy red cheeks, his eyes squinty.
Alex listened to the commentators debate over why the first trainer had sent out a
Furret.
"It is obviously because Furret is far more agile than a Makuhita!" Said one commentator.
"I think it's just a lack of common sense sending out a Pokemon that's destined to lose, let's face it, Furret is a normal type, Makuhita a fighting type. Furret. Will. Lose!"
Replied the other.
The commentators bickering went on for about 5 minutes or so until the match started.
"Makuhita, use karate chop, now!!!" Shouted the trainer.
"Furret, dodge it." Said the other trainer, calmly.
"He's obviously got something up his sleeve." Murmered Alex, in a trance watching the T.V, unaware his mother was calling him for dinner.
Alex proceeded to go on watching the Furret onscreen leap high into the colluseum air.
"Furret, end this with an aerial ace!" Said the trainer, slightly raising his husky voice.
The furry creature proceeded to accelerate downwards at such a high speed the cameras could not catch it. There was a loud thump, a cloud of dust raised up and covered the camera lens.
When the smoke cleared, Alex's jaw dropped to see that the furret had hit the Makuhita with such a force, the Makuhita's lower half had been completely buried into the colleseum floor! The crowd burst into applause as the sound of cheering and whistling filled the stadium.
"Makuhita...return.." Said the trainer, feeling quite Melancholy.
Alex watched the rest of the tournament, getting closer and closer to the T.V screen as the programme went on.
He witnessed Swellows and Wingulls soar elegantly through the air, Sandshrews and Diglets crawl through the moist soil, Sharpedos and Piplups zoom through pools of ice cold water.
It was only until later when he asked his mother when dinner was ready he found out it had been ready since 3 hours before.
By the time he got to the kitchen table his food was stone cold.
"Oh for the love of god.." Alex sighed, "MUM!! My dinner's gone cold!"
"Well that's hardly my fault" his mum replied from upstairs, "I'm not making you any more, go and get your own food."
"There's none in the fridge though."
"Well then go out and get some!"
Alex sighed, he went into the hall, grabbed his coat, and walked out the door.
He was on his way to the field two blocks away, they had lots of ripe, juicy fruits there, Oran berries, Sitrus berries, the lot.
On the downside, the old man who owned the field was a real ass, whenever he caught anyone trying to take his "precious" berries, he would unleash the power of his Nidoqueen on the unsuspecting theif.
Alex was thinking twice about going into the field, but then his stomach growled at him, quite loudly, actually, so loud that people looked at him, he blushed, and walked on.
"I DEFINATELY need some food.." he mumbled to himself, feeling quite embarrassed.