Later we were comfortably situated around a crackling fire, and, yawning, Ash told us, "We'd better get some sleep, you guys. Tomorrow's gonna be a big day."
"Pi!" I agreed from my perch on a tree stump, and Caterpie purrled as well.
"Well, we'd all get some sleep if you'd shut your big mouth!" Misty growled.
Ash popped up in his blue sleeping bag to shoot her a venomous glare, then he lay back down.
He looked annoyed.
He sniffed haughtily and taunted, "Don't let the bedbugs bite."
She scoffed as well and turned over.
Caterpie and I exchanged a frustrated glance, and I looked over at Misty in her red sleeping bag.
"Cha," I said dejectedly.
Caterpie called for my attention, and I glanced over.
I walked over to the Bug-type, and we turned our gazes to the stars.
Wow, aren't they magnificent?
Yeah, Caterpie replied.
Caterpie then proceeded to tell me a story about a beautiful and magnificent Butterfree he had once seen that could fly more elegantly than a Lapras could swim. He gave me the best impression of it that he could, seeing as how Caterpie had no wings of his own, and I laughed and tried to repeat it.
No, its more like this! he giggled, proceeding to show me.
Ah! This time I did a much better impression, adding a dance to it.
Not bad! Caterpie attempted to dance, too.
That excited me more. "Pikachu!" I laughed.
Caterpie wiggled around a little more and touched the Pokéball.
He went scuffling in circles around me, and I watched him gleefully.
He explained a little more about the beautiful Butterfree he thought of with so much admiration and about how he would also become one someday. He told me what happened in the process of becoming one, as well as comparing its beauty to Misty. Caterpie said her eyes sparkled like Butterfree's wings, and her hair was a soft as the butterfly's purple belly.
So that was why he liked her so much. I'd wondered about that.
A cocoon? Wow! I flipped around in exhilaration. And then a beautiful Butterfree! I waved my arms for emphasis.
He nodded, Right!
He then sobered and looked up at the moon. In his eyes, I could practically visualize the beautiful twinkling Butterfree flying in front of the serene rounded moon.
He looked at Misty, fast asleep, still thinking about how she reminded him of the wonderful Butterfree he'd seen.
But he wasn't one yet...And Misty didn't like him.
I patted him in reassurance. It'll be okay.
He didn't seem to share my certainty, but he was willing to deal with it for the time being.
