The Poke'mon Sickness
"Boy, I'm hungry. When are we gonna to reach the ocean? I wanna get on the ship and get to the next Poke'mon Gym!" moaned Ash, "My legs are aching and they're probably not gonna stop until I have a Poke'mon battle."
"Stop moaning, Ash. Brock and I have already asked you to battle us for a while, just to stop you from moaning." replied Misty.
Brock, Togepi and Pikachu nodded in agreement. Ash still would not stop moaning, even when everyone stopped to have lunch. As Ash bit into his sandwich, which was filled with Poke'mon food, he saw a strange light, glimmering in the distance. It seemed like…a mountain of shiny rocks moving about. The rocks had two shiny, beady little eyes and a forked mouth. The Poke'mon looked oddly familiar, a strong Poke'mon that Ash, himself, had fought before.
Away in the distance, the strange Poke'mon saw Ash. The look in its eyes was a look of sorrow, fright and sickness…