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!

Wow, two reviewers posted up reviews! Thanks Dark Magician Girl Aeris for doing what I always do and reviewing every single chapter, that is sooo cool of you! Oh well, on with the story!

One day the artist sat on his floor and his mind wrestled with a more difficult problem than any that had come up before. The loyalty of the Growlithe, the fiery spirit of the Ponyta, the beauty of the Swablu, the strength of the Tauros, the noble Stantler, the playful Celebi, and the compassionate dragons Latias and Latios. But the artist knew that the Absol too had come to bid farewell to Jesus and had received Jesus' blessing. How could that be?

He thought of the darkness of the Absol, how they were known to cause disasters in their wake; he imagined them lurking in the pitch black shadows of the night with eyes that were as red as fire and a dark scythe to match. They were a danger to all around them, like death itself. Every once and awhile one comes down from the mountains to the villages and a large disaster strikes and then disappears back to its home. They have been rumored to eat small pets of women and children or the child themselves.

What is there in such a creature that Jesus could love? Long and long the artist pondered, sitting in silence, and at last he remembered how he heard some stories about how Absol saved a village from disaster and would face any odds if anyone was in danger. Thinking there might be some truth to these claims; the artist dipped his brush in the spring water, touched it with ink, and drew an Absol. Great Fortune came out from his shadow.

When she saw the Absol she trembled all over, from her thistledown whiskers to her many little tails, and looked at the artist. "If the Absol can come to bid farewell to Jesus," she seemed to say, "surely the Vulpix, who is little and often so gentle, may come too? Surely, surely, you will next paint the Vulpix among the Pokemon who were blessed by the Holy One before he died?" The artist was much distressed. "Great Fortune," he said, gently taking her into his arms, "I would gladly paint the Vulpix if I could. But all people know that Vulpix, though they are lovely, are usually proud and self-satisfied. Alone among the Pokemon, the Vulpix refused to accept the teachings of Christ. She alone, of all creatures, was not blessed by him. It is perhaps in grief that she too is considered to be in league with demons."

Then Great Fortune laid her little fire red head against his breast and cried and cried like a crying child. He comforted her as well as he could and called for the housekeeper. "Buy her a fine fish all for herself," he said to the old woman. "And do not let her come here again until the picture is gone. She will break both our hearts." "Oh, I was afraid she meant to do the painting harm," said the old woman apologetically.

For she felt very responsible for having brought the Vulpix home against her master's will, now that their fortunes hung on this painting for the church. "It is not that," said the artist, and he returned to his thoughts. How tired, how worn he looked, and yet how beautiful! His picture was almost finished.

He had imagined every life. There lay the great figure of Jesus, holy and compassionate. There assembled the Pokemon, paying their respects. The material seemed scarcely large enough to hold all those varied lives, all that gathering of devotion about the welling-up of love and compassion.

But something was excluded. From the kitchen he heard a faint crying, and the housekeeper's voice in vain, urging that Great Fortune should eat. The artist imagined how his little Vulpix felt, so gentle, so sweet, but cursed forever. All the other Pokemon might receive the blessing of Jesus and go to Heaven, but the little Vulpix heard the doors to this wondrous place close before her. Tears came to his eyes.

"I cannot be so hardhearted," he said. "If the priests wish to refuse the picture to be inaccurate, let them do so. I can starve!" He then took up his very best brush, dipped it in the spring water, touched it with ink, and as the very last of the Pokemon, drew a Vulpix. Then he called the housekeeper.

"Let Great Fortune come in," he said. "Perhaps I have ruined us forever, but I can at least make her happy." In came Great Fortune, the moment that the door was opened. She ran to the picture, and looked and looked, as though she could never look long enough. Then she gazed at the artist with all the gratitude she had in her little body, all of it shining in her eyes. And then Great Fortune fell dead, too happy to live another minute.

There is one more chapter to go! I hope you like it so far and this is the part where I always cry in the story! I was practically crying while typing it! Please review!