Chatper 2
A Pikachu, Perhaps?
And so it was that the trip to The Break went successfully, and one full stomach and 2 games of Marvel vs. Capcom later, I was back at home, playing Pokemon once again. However, later that evening, Dad asked me to go out to the Quick Check for milk, so I once again put on my winter coat and hat, and stepped into the frigid January air.
After I had bought the milk, I was walking home along Madison Avenue, the street adjacent to First. It was beginning to grow dark, and deep blue shadows began to creep over the ground. It was as I approached apartment 216 that I saw a movement in the shadows, a small thing running behind a trash can. I stopped and blinked a few times, and then walked over and looked behind the trash can, but there was nothing there. I smiled, called it a trick of my imagination, and started on my way again.
However, suddenly, the trash can behind me fell over, and I turned around with a jolt. The trash can rolled across the sidewalk, and I inspected it, but saw no trace of anything being there.
"Something very strange is going on here," I whispered. I looked around once again, and then turned and headed for home, unaware of the small creature watching me from the shadows.
"Chaaaaa….."
Evening fell, and it was around 10:00, when I was watching the news, that I heard a mighty rustle from the rhododendron bush outside my window.
"Ah, it's probably just the birds," I said, but then I remembered that there are no birds out at 10, and so I went and peered out my window. The bush was shaking violently, and I could hear a chattering coming from inside. And then, the rustling suddenly stopped, and then a yellow light began to emanate from the bush, dim at first, and then growing brighter, and I heard "Chuu…"
"That's the sound of a Pikachu…" I mused. "Could there be a Pikachu here? But that's impossible! Pokemon aren't real…"
"Pikapi…" said the bush again.
"Well there's only one way to find out…" I grabbed the phone and dialed Don's number. "Hey Donald! How'd you like to have some late night fun?"
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well, I know this will sound crazy, but there's a yellow light coming from the bush outside my house, and I think it may be a Pikachu."
There was silence. "You're kidding me, right?"
"No sir!" I said. "I think I may have seen it when I was in town before, too."
"Then I wasn't imagining the yellow light from my backyard this evening," he said to himself.
"Don," I said, "Let's catch it! What do you say?"
"Sure! I'm game."
"Okay, dress in dark colors, bring some bait, and meet me on the corner of First and Sanford."
"What should I bring for bait?" he asked.
"I don't know! Crackers or something."
"I have some Ritz…"
"Ritz will be fine! Meet you in a few." I hung up the phone, put on my black sweats, got on a pair of gloves, and grabbed my butterfly net, and was out the door.