The Vulpix who went to Heaven
By Mew3692002
Disclaimer: I do not OWN any of the Pokemon, but I do own these off-shoots of Pokemon that I made and my other OCs, or the original idea for the story of "The Cat who went to Heaven" by Elizabeth Coatsworth. I don't even own the copyright for the book by Scholastic Inc. and the Macmillan Company. So you can't sue me! Although you should really read the actual book!
Sorry for not posting in a long while, I was busy with the college thing (final year though, almost out!). Thanks VulpixTrainer, scarlet pikachu, and finalpokemon for their awesome reviews! Oh well, on with the story!
The next day when the artist seated himself upon his mat there was no Great Fortune sitting nearby but discreetly out of the way. For a few minutes he could not help thinking of his little red fox, but soon he was able to turn his mind to the Stantler. He must paint the Pokemon that came to pay their farewell to Jesus and he knew the Vulpix was not among them. At first his thought was one of sadness, but little by little he imagined what it was like to be a Stantler.
What he first thought of was its brown coloring and hard ebony black hooves that helped it to run through the lush green forest with great speed. Then he thought of Stantler's most noticeable feature, its yellow-white horns on its head. He thought about the jet black ball in the center of each horn that made it look like it had huge eyes that were constantly staring. He thought about how they shed their great horns in the winter and how the villages with Stantler living close by are thriving because these single balls can be used as a sleep aid and is the cause for the poaching of Stantler.
He thought of how the Stantler use these horns to create illusions to escape their foes. He thought about all these things about the Stantler, which always seemed to be so proud and stand so tall no matter what the circumstances. He then picked up a brush, dipped it in spring water, touched it with ink, and drew a Stantler. No sooner was the Stantler drawn than Great Fortune came out unexpectantly from the artist's shadow (she had entered so silently that he had never noticed she was there) and looked for a long time at the picture.
She then turned to the artists sadly as if to say, "Is there no room for me among the other Pokemon master?" After that the artist drew many Pokemon. He drew the forest green Celebi which were known for their compassion for preservation of the environment and playfulness. He drew the twin dragons the compassionate Latias and the strong Latios, known to help humans whenever their service was needed.
He drew this and many others. And as the painting of each animal was finished, Great Fortune came to look at it, and with each new drawing she seemed to become sadder and sadder and pulled with her little red paw at the sleeve of the artist, looking up all that time into his face.
I hope you like this chapter and sorry for taking so long, I have exams and papers to do so I almost never have time!