Where The Red Fern Grows: A Pokemon Story

Where The Red Fern Grows

Characters:

Ash: Billy Coleman
James: Billy's dad
Jessie: Billy's Mom
May: Billy's sister
Misty: Billy's sister
Brock: Pritchard Boy #1
Gary: Pritchard Boy #2
Professor Oak: George "Grandpa" Coleman
Harrison: Bellington
Norman: Ben Kyle
Professor Birch: Sherriff

Pokemon:

Meowth: Old Meowth (Old Dan)
Pikachu: Little Pikachu (Little Ann)
Persian: Cougar
Zigzagoon: Coon
Poochyena: Coondogs
Mightyena: Pritchard's Dog

"Everyone ready?" Becky asked the kids at the beginning of the play.
"Ready," they all said.

The play tickets were sold plum out two weeks after Ash and the gang came to Scarlet Town. Almost everyone in town came to see the performance. Including Will and his Growlithe. Ash and the gang invited a few friends to help them. Even Team Rocket. They memorized their lines, and set up the play neatly. The play was decorated with Ozark Mountain figures and images. It looked so clear and real. Now, the play was about to begin, with Becky natterating the story.

"It felt like forever since Ash held a Pokemon in his arms. No creature could live in his heart like those Pokemon of his so long ago. This place was far away from the wilderness he came from. Forever, and a thousand miles away. He was a little boy growing up deep in the Ozark Mountains, with his mom, dad, and two little sisters, and woods in all directions as far as the eye could see. His ma was part Cherokee, and there was a legend in those parts that a little Indian boy and girl got lost in a blizzard and died. When they found them in the spring, a beautiful red fern had grown up between them. And that spot was sacred forever."

Now, Ash is fishing in the lake, trying to catch the biggest fish he could ever spot in his days. There, he spotted a Magikarp. Closer to the bait, and... finally! He caught it! Just as he was about to real it up to the surface, he heard barking. From the bridge, there was a pickup carrying two Poochyena right behind it. The finest dogs he ever saw. The drivers waved at him. Ash waved back. Just as the pickup came to a stop at his house, Ash picked up the fish and ran back to check out the dogs. He ran across the fields until he reached up two men who looked like they came up from another county.

"Howdy." one man said to Ash's "dad", James.
"Howdy." James said back.
"Morning." Jessie said from the porch.
"What can I do for you?" James asked the two men.
"You James Coleman?" the other man asked.
"That's right." he replied.
"Well, this is Harrison Bellington, and I'm Norman Kyle." he said.

Then Ash walked up to the Poochyena and pet their little fury heads.

"Good to meet you. That's my wife, Jessie." James said, pointing at Jessie.
"Howdy, ma'am." Kyle said.
"Howdy." Jessie said.
"And that's my daughter, May. Misty, hiding behind the post. And there's my son, Ash." James said.

James pointed at Ash, who was, however, still petting those Poochyena. Ash waved at the two strangers as even though he knew them.

"We're up from Tulsa." Kyle said.
"Oh really? We got some kinfolk up there." James said.
"We know that. Your Uncle Fred's the one that sent us out here. Says you got the finest coon-hunting in the Ozarks." Harrison said.

"How about that? You hear that, Jessie? Uncle Fred sent 'em down here, how's he doing?" James asked.
"Feed and grain buisness doing right good. Says he wants to sell, move back East." Kyle said.
"Yeah, we heard about that. We're hoping to..." James started.

He looked at Jessie who was staring at him.

"... Hoping to make him an offer sometime." James finished.
"Boy, that sure would be a fine thing for a family like yours. 'Course it'd be mighty tough giving up country like this, too." Kyle said.

"You'll stay for supper?" Jessie asked from the porch.
"Well that's mighty kind of you, ma'am." Kyle replied.
"Well, if we're going to get any hunting done, we're going to have to set up camp before dark." Harrison said.

"There's a nice spot just down the river, called Dripping Springs. With hounds like these, you're bound to tree a few Zigzagoon." Ash said from behind.

"Well they're the best in Mr. Bellington's kennel." Kyle said.
"They're sure fine ones, mister." Ash replied as the Poochyena were enjoying Ash's pets.
"They're champions." Harrison said proudly.
"Yep. Won the Zigzagoon competition three years running." Kyle said.

Ash was quite impressed. He looked at the Poochyena and thought, how can two little Poochyena win such a competition? He didn't care about the thought. He was proud of the dogs.

"Hey, got any Pokemon of your own, son?" Kyle asked.

Ash's expression changed. He didn't have any Pokemon of his own. But he wanted to. So bad. So he reluctantly shook his head no.

"Well ain't that a shame? All this fine hunting..." Kyle started.
"It's getting late, Kyle. Maybe we ought to go." Harrison said.

Harrison and Kyle shaked James' hand.

"Sure thing Mr. Bellington. Mighty nice meeting you folks." Kyle said.
"Yeah. Ya'll take care, now." James said.

As they got in their pickup, the Poochyena barked loudly.

"Ash didn't want them to go. They were perfect. Beautiful. He wanted them so bad. But they didn't belong to him."

He watched the pickup drive away. Ash stared at the dogs for a long time. James came over and put a hand on his shoulder. Ash never took his eyes off those Pokemon.

"Those Poochyena made him think, he wants to get Pokemon of his own to hunt down Zigzagoon... And he just might have the chance to get them."

END OF SCENE ONE

Everyone clapped at the first scene. Everyone except Will. He still wasn't impressed. But he will be when he sees the next scene. After the curtains closed, Ash took a sigh of relief. He hoped that Will understood what's going to happen soon enough. He better understand, or that Growlithe will be history.

"Ash! You were so good!" Misty exclaimed.
"Thanks Misty! I really appreciate that." Ash said as he put him arm around her shoulders.
"That better teach Will a lesson, soon. Or I'll give him a piece of my mind." Misty said.

"He will Misty. Just wait until the next scene." Ash said.

TO BE CONTINUED...