Pokemon Bedtime Stories

By: kawaii-Cherimu130

A/N: This is the last chapter. I hope you've enjoyed reading them as much as I enjoyed writting them. Please feel free to leave comments and suggestions. Flames are also good, just make sure you tell me why.

Once upon a time in the freezing winter, lived a Eevee named Robbie.

Robbie loved playing more than anything else in the world, and you would often find him playing by himself.

There was also a Cyndaquil named Cinder. Cinder was very hard-working. He would work all day and all night just to get things done, and hardly ever played.

One day, Robbie's mother sent him out for wood to help build a house for winter. Robbie's house was very old. It had been built by his great-great-great grandfather, yet it still stood. But since his house was so old, it had many cracks and holes, making the bad weather get in easily.

"Hello, Cinder!" Robbie greeted as his friend, Cinder, built himself a house. "What are you doing?" Robbie asked. Cinder kept on building as he replied, "I'm building a house. Mine's to old and creaky, so I need a new one."

Robbie laughed at this. "Hahaha! Building is so boring! Why don't you and I go look for firewood together? I know a frozen pond we could go to along the way."

"Robbie, all you want to do is joke off. You don't care for work, but I do. You need to go get some firewood yourself. Your house looks terrible, and it's so cold, a Charmander could huff and puff, but blow no fire."

"Don't be such a fool! Come and play with me, Cinder. Work is boring!" "No, work is important. It gets things done and keeps things neat. Now off you go, you lazy fox."

Robbie shrugged and walked off. He never did collect that firewood, and soon it got so cold, his mother caught a sickness and died. Robbie was freezing. He had no home, and no firewood. Plus, no mother.

Sad and cold, Robbie knocked on Cinder's new door to his wooden house he had built. The door opened, and Cinder stood there in the doorway, a knowing expression on his face.

"You didn't collect firewood, did you?" he asked. Robbie shook his head. "No, I'm afraid not. It was so cold, my mother caught a sickness and died. Please Cinder, please let me stay in your house. I'll work everyday and pay you rent."

Hoping it would teach Robbie a lesson, Cinder agreed. Soon, Robbie knew the true meaning of hard work.

THE END

A/N: I know it seems like Robbie didn't care for his mother, but then again, this is a bedtime story. Like most tales, the charaters never grieve. Instead, they either beg/or there happy. So please don't mind that.

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