A Persian prowled onto the farmyard, circling around the Mareep pen. Dozens of juicy, plump pokemon just waiting to be eaten. In the middle of the corral was a pile of hay, and every once in a while one of the pokemon would trot over to the pile and take a bite. Just as often, one of the Mareep would scrunch up its face and produce a brown lump made up of said hay. Then it would go to sleep, a sorry attempt at burning off the calories from the aforementioned hay.
Then she made her move. The Persian leapt over the fence and tore ravenously into the side of one of the Mareep. It tried to muster up a Thundershock, but with no battle experience the attack simply produced small static shocks, barely hurting the Persian. Pieces of the pokemon landed on the ground. For later, thought the Persian.
Mareep ran off in every direction, crying out to the farmer, who was unfortunately sleeping inside right now.
"Grow!" a pokemon called, and the farmer's Growlithe slammed into the Persian. The Growlithe's duty was to protect the Mareep, and protect it he would. Blood was all around from the Mareep who was lying on the ground, dead.
A small blast of flame shot out of the Growlithe's mouth, scorching his enemy. Persian slashed his side, cutting a huge hole that began to bleed terribly. Just as the Growlithe was about to shoot out another burst of flame, the Persian bit it in the leg, tearing the limb off of the Growlithe's body.
The canine fell to the ground, defeated. Just as the Persian was about to run off carrying the carcass of the Mareep, a blast was heard, and the feline slumped to the ground, dead. Brains oozed out of its head and blood poured out, mixing with that of the Growlithe and the Mareep. Several of the water-deprived Mareep, whose poor farmer was too lazy to get water from the river, began to lap up the red liquid.
The farmer set down his carbine and walked out to the corral to pick up the three dead creatures. He threw them to the ground outside the pen and returned inside.
Tumbleweed blew across the dusty land, bouncing along the ground. The farmer's Ponyta in the stable whinnied at the sight of the dead pokemon, but also envied the Mareep for getting some liquid to drink. And that hay. The Mareep got more of that because the farmer could sell them for money if they got fat, while the bony Ponyta were just tools.
"Maar!" came the cry of one of the poor Mareep, before returning to its life of eating, pooping and sleeping. Such was the life of a Mareep.
As night fell over the dry farmyard, many predators crept up to the fence, eager to feast now that the Mareep's protector was dead. A Murkrow swooped down and grabbed the Persian's carcass, and a Fearow followed suit.
