"Maybe it's dead?" The young brown hair boy spoke softly.
He inspected the large being, lying down. Ash, the young boy, tilted his head as he watched the large being lying motionless on the ground. The curious young boy went up to it and poked its side. Nothing happened. It didn't budge or even move. The boy tried to be more rough, like softly slapping its flubby, huge body. Again, nothing happened. Then, to Ash's relief, the large Pokemon finally moved a bit, but didn't wake up.
"Phew," Ash wiped imaginary sweat from his forehead, "I thought it was dead for a second."
All of the sudden, Ash's tummy grumbled, indicating that he was hungry.
"Well, I didn't have lunch or breakfast today. I guess I should eat," Ash assumed to himself.
Ash got out a paper bag filled with food. His mouth watered from the sight. A delicious ham sandwich on Italian bread was made for him, crunchy, tasty potato chips, and for his sweet tooth, a piece of chocolate cake was made by his mother.
"Alright mom!" He cheered, digging into the sandwich first.
He took a bite, chewed thoughtfully before swallowing. Ash leaned his back against the Oak tree, looking around as he ate. Then Ash heard a noise. Ash watched a kid with his Pokemon playing together.
"Aw...that's cute."
The young boy and his Pokemon, a Butterfree, seemed to be playing tag. They were running, in Butterfree's case, it was flying, around. They looked very happy. It was one of the cutest things Ash has ever seen. But when Ash now wanted his piece of cake, it was gone...so were his chips and his sandwich.
"What the-!" Ash screamed out, "where's my food?"
A loud burp came from the Snorlax, who was now sleeping once again.