Chapter 27 P.O.W.






I went into avian territory, and was surprised to find its inhabitants gone. But soon enough a commanding Far'fetch'd ordered me to turn around.

I did so, holding my hands up to show them that I meant no threat.

Beside the bird was an orange Dodrio. I almost laughed; the color looked ridiculous on it. But I remained quiet since laughter would not be met with the same.

[You are with the incompetents,] the Dodrio stated. [Give us a good reason that we shouldn't take you in as a prisoner-of-war.]

I'm here to negotiate, I stated.

[We don't want to negotiate,] the Far'fetch'd snorted.

But I have a good offer!

[And that would be...?] the Dodrio asked.

A third of Rainbowmon land.

The Far'fetch'd was incredulous, [A third!? We could get that on our own!]

Fine. Two-fifths, I offered.

[We can get that too,] the Dodrio huffed.

Not without time or loss of lives.

The two exchanged a look. The Dodrio spoke, [We shall have to talk it over with the others. But for now, consider yourself a P.O.W.]

Uh oh.

Hey! I protested. I'm just a messenger! You're not supposed to shoot the messenger!

I'd watched a little too much T.V. at the Ketchum's.

The Far'fetch'd gave an evil grin. [Who said anything about shooting?]

Oh dear. I didn't like the sound of that.