#014 – Kakuna
Kakuna's Poképoo
Cars whizzed up and down the highway, night and day, year round. People had places to be, you know. But not Kakuna. He was content to just hang out in the tree, watching the cars and enjoying the light breeze. He had thought up a little song that he called "Kakuna Matata" which meant no worries, for the rest of his days. He wasn't being threatened by tax lawyers, nor juggling new-born triplets, nor stressing over an upcoming exam. He wasn't doing much of anything, really. The most significant thing to happen to him on any given day was passing his ablutions. One day he did just that, and a keen ten year old came over to inspect them.
"No way, this is Kakuna's Poképoo!" Said Spotter Craig. He drooled at mouth and hurriedly fetched his journal out of his backpack. He made a new entry in which he described the amount, shape, scent and taste of the Poképoo. Then he waved to Kakuna and skipped away happily. Spotter Craig's dream was to one day become a Poképoo master. Kakuna's dream was just to relax and take in the view. Then a passing Swalot ate Kakuna.
