Bit of a thing I made a few years back. I tweaked it a bit and decided to post it here. It's based on a conversation my big brother and I had over the plot of Pokémon. Enjoy.
It was the dawn of a new day. A eager young boy was leaving home to receive his first Pokémon. And the Professor was glad to have him choose, since it was his tenth birthday and all.
The boy hovered curiously over the three; Bulbasaur, Charmander, and Squirtle. He couldn't find any of the three appealing and asked, "what are my career options?"
The Professor answered dutifully, "you can be a Pokémon or a Trainer."
The boy stared blankly at the man, only having heard one option in those choices.
The Professor took the hint and went on, "well, you could go into the medical field, but your name has to be Joy. There's always the police force, but you don't look like a Jenny to me."
"What about a professor?"
"Your last name must be tree-based. Also if you want to be an assistant to one you need a long overcoat. You don't wear a long overcoat. Or glasses."
The boy sighed dejectedly, "my mom didn't have to have careers like this…"
"That's cause she's a mom. She obviously has to stay at home while you drop out of fifth grade to become a Pokémon Master."
The boy gave in with a slouch, then attempted to look for a light in this situation, "will it make money?"
"If you win."
"And if I lose?"
"Switch careers!"
"I can't!"
The Professor laid a calming hand on the boy's shoulder, "just follow your heart."
"…"
"…"
"Can I be a Jenny?"
"No."