Yoshiguru: How could I not do a chapter for you wonderful folks out there who have been reading this since the first of December? Well, with that said, here's the chapter of the twenty second day! Enjoy!

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Charizard was out on his porch, rocking back comfortably in his personal, wooden rocking chair. He was reading a book, entitled "The Way we Grow".

"And all those who have offspring may rise whence the Earth has been revitalized," Read Charizard to himself as he was wearing his reading glasses. He then reached out and took a sip of orange juice. "This beats eggnog any day of the week." He chuckled and closed his eyes, relaxing.

It was then that the ground started to shake, and Charizard's reading glasses fell from his face, cracking into pieces. Charizard, however, was already snoozing, so he did not take notice. In the meantime, a Sentret popped out from the ground, and it noticed the reading glasses. Grinning, it snatched the glasses and dug back into the ground.

It was then a few minutes later that Mr. Resseti, a familiar angry mole from the world of Animal Crossing, appeared. He looked around, and muttered, "Humph, what a nice place this is. I think I oughta..." He then noticed Charizard, and sneered. "Hey, fat boy! Get up!" He tossed his picket axe at Charizard.

Charizard moaned in pain after being hit by the picket axe. he shook his head, and noticed Mr. Resseti right in front of his porch. "Huh? Who the heck are you?" Asked the red fire-type dragon Pokemon, who made a quirky face.

Mr. Resseti scoffed. "You don't know who I am? I'm Mr. Resseti, fool! The one and only mole, who's GOTTA YAP MY HEAD OFF 'CAUSE THE YOUNG'UNS WHO ALWAYS HIT THE RESET BUTTON!!!!" He gasped for a breath of air, and shook his head, clearing his throat. "A-herm, anyway, I hope that you aren't doing any resetting now...heh heh heh." He eyed Charizard suspiciously. "Are ya?"

Charizard gulped., shaking his head. "O-of course not!" He stammered a bit, "I was just taking a little nap after reading my favorite book."

Mr. Resseti gave Charizard a blank look. "Huh, really?" He then noticed the book Charizard was reading, and picked it up. "What's this? 'The Way Wii Grow?'"

"The Way we Grow," Charizard corrected, empathizing the 'we' in the title.

Mr. Resseti shook his head, and he flipped through the pages of the book. "Yeesh, what kind of book is this?" He tossed the book at Charizard. "You, sir, have a bad taste in literature."

"Now see here, Mr. Resseti," Charizard growled as he got up and approached Mr. Resseti, his fists forming, "I just so happen to read many literature, and there's nothing wrong with the things I read."

Mr. Resseti bursted into laughter. "Ha! Yeah, right, you knowing which literature was the best. Why, back in my day, we didn't have to read for a livin'. It was plain stupid, that's all."

"Stupid!?" Charizard exclaimed angrily,stomping towards Mr. Resseti and glaring him right in his pudgy mole face. "Well, sorry if it's stupid to you, but literature is one of the greatest things ever invented known to the universe! Why, how else would we get our fun back in the day before sports and such?"

Mr. Resseti only smirked. "Well, we would have burping and farting contests."

"Burping and farting!?" Charizard shouted in disgust. He whacked Mr. Resseti in the face with his powerful tail, and glared at the injured mole again, "Well, sorry, but I don't personally find contests that involve bodily gasses to be fun or entertaining." He grabbed his book, and headed into his house.

Mr. Resseti shrugged. "Well, if that's your jig, whatever, let it be." He turned around, and dug back into the ground, digging towards Nintendo City while muttering to himself, "Darn kids these days, and their reset-happy moods...I outta retire, ya know..."

To Be Continued...