#022 – Fearow
Don't Fear Fearow
Upon the bench at the Poképark sat Trent, the twelve year old with a wicked sense of style and the apparel to match. He knew that being outside for too long would cause the ladies to gush at the sight of his pale white skin and Houndoom t-shirt. However, his God forsaken mother had once again barred him from finishing his important indoor operations. He had no choice but to stay at the park for a while and hope that no damn bird Pokémon was going to pester him today. This time, he brought along his CD player to drown out the ever pervasive BGM with some kickass metal.
A passing Fearow spied Trent sitting all alone and it figured that he must have some delicious berries, or a bag of chips. The Fearow landed near the bench and tried to look as small as possible and chirp innocently. Unfortunately, Fearow's voice was raspy and unable to be softened. Trent immediately bolted towards the park entrance. He considered this a strategic withdrawal, as a means to eventually win the war against those fiendish birds. The Fearow wondered what exactly it did wrong. It was just trying to politely be fed.
