Difficulty: Simple, 5-10 K
Total K: 7,402
Ever since I was a little girl, I always wanted a Chatot. I remember when I was five, and my father took me to a pet store, and I saw one in a widow. I fell in love with them. Their note shaped head, a tail shaped liked a metronome, and they had yellow and green chest feathers. They also had a red beak, and a fluffy white collar around their neck. The thing that really amazes me about them was their ability to mimic a person’s speech. I would watch in awe as the store owner would talk to the bird, and the bird would say the worlds right back. I would contently bother my mother and father about parrot like Pokemon. Our conversations whet like this: “Mommy Can I have a Chatot?” ”No,” “Please?” “No,” “I’ll be good forever!” “Sophia Lea Slece! You are not getting any bird or any Pokemon at all! You’re too young! And our house is too small!” This was true, I was only five, and I would be a poor care taker of any Pokemon to come my way. We lived in a small apartment, and mom always said that a Pokemon would make too much of a mess.
Then one day my father got a new job, and we had to move. I was around seven. The moving made sad, as most people that have to move are. I missed my old friends, and my old home. I soon came to like my new home, and it was a nice place. We lived in a nice house, with a real back yard and everything. I made a few new friends, but the best part was the forest! There were so many different Pokemon there! Cherubis, Buizels, Sudowoodos, and best of all Chatots! I would go into the woods and listen to their calls, and their songs. One would start, and the others would all join in, one after another, until a lovely melody was formed. The forest was lovely all by its self, with huge trees, and a moss floor that would make little noises when it was walked on. The smell of wildflowers was lovely and common, and a large patch of them was a common picnic location.
Then my ninth birthday came. I came home to find many different colored boxes. We had cake, Ice cream, and opened presents. I got a bike, some candy, batteries, and few new books. But my attention was on a yellow present, which looked strangely like a bird cage. After my friends left, my parents brought it over to me. I quickly ripped the wrapping paper off the cage; it was a bird cage, but not the bird I wanted. It was a little brownish-gray bird, with a white spot on its chest. It had a white face with black eyes, with the tip of its wings were black. It had yellow-orangey claws and a white feather in its tale. A small curl of feathers was on the top of its head. I felt the excitement drain out of my body. “Oh,” I dropped my arms to my side in disappointment “Her name is Star, She’s a Starly,” My father said “The Bird you wanted was too expensive, so we got you this one” He patted me on the back. I looked at the bird; it fluffed up its feathers and glared at me. I hade a feeling we would not get along.
And I was right. I tried my best to take care of the thing, but it was rather hard. The thing would bite at my finger tips if I pressed them to the cage. It would make large gusts of wind for no reason, and would never eat when it was fed. I would have to leave the room before it would eat. The worst was its cry; I was loud and jagged sounding, at least to me it was. It was nothing like the lovely calls of the Chatot. One day I let the thing out of its cage. I was a disaster, the thing flew around like mad, bumping into things, using gust making the place a mess. Furious I caught the bird in my hands and took it to the window, which I opened and shoved the bird out. ”There,” I said”Get out of here” the bird, a little surprised at my action, took off. I told my father that the bird had flown away. I was sent to go and look for it. I didn’t look very hard for it. My father told me not to get too sad over it, and we left it at that.
A few weeks had pasted, and I was going on one of my walks in the forest. It was a hot humid day, with the sun shinning down. The majorly of wildflowers were before bloom leaving only the smell of the sunflowers. I listened for the song of the Chatot, hoping to find a few. I had started to feed them, and was trying to befriend one. They seemed to like me, but none took my offer of coming home with me. I heard a large noise ahead of me, and something crying out in pain. It sounded like a bird I ran ahead, and found a clearing. There were three Sudowoodos, surrounding something. I moved closer to them, careful not to get too close. Sudowoodos were normally calm, and didn’t move much, unless you got then wet, and they became raging beasts. The stone trees seem to be using rock throw on what ever was in the center of their circle. That’s were the screams of pain was coming from. I could see the screamer, and I caught my breath when I saw who it was. It was a Starly, and I was sure that it was Star.
I was worried about how to handle this; I didn’t like Star so, why did I feel a need to help it? Maybe I’m just a good person. I looked around for something, or someone to help me. I saw a few Chatots in the trees. I planned to ask them for help, but I stopped short before I got to them. There eyes seemed to be curved in a sneer, and they looked like they were laughing at Star, at her in pain. I turned around, with out thinking and pulled a stick out from a dead tree. I ran at the Rock throwers and hit one with a stick. It turned around, surprised that I had dared attack him. The hit only annoyed him, and his friend turned to face me. It wacked me with its arm and I flew a few feet back. The Sudowoodos satisfied that I would have learned that hitting them was bad, turned back to Star, only to see that nothing was there. She had taken the opening that my distraction made, and flew for it. They turned back to me, only to see that I was also gone, as I bolted as soon as I could stand.
More weeks passed, I stopped going to the forest. The fact that the Chatots there laughed, when they could have helped save Star scared me. I spent my time reading, in my studies, or with friends. One day I was going home from a friend’s house, and decided to pass though the forest as a shortcut. It was getting dark so I quickened my pace. I didn’t see the large person that grabbed me. I screamed and kicked but to no avail. “Now settle down,” the man whispered in my ear “I’m just going to hold you until your father givers me some money, nothing personal, but you’re the first person to come down this pa-,” He was cut of as a large gust of wind slammed in to him. The man let me go, as he tried to swat his attacker. I ran like a pack of raged Houndooms were chasing me. The thing that had saved me, flew beside me, it was Star. We ran until we reached my house and ran inside. My father asked what the problem was, I told him about the attack, he told me to go to bed, which I did not seeing that Star had followed me.
The next day I awoke to a gentle pecking on my face. “Stop that,” I muttered “I wanna sleep.” I open my eyes to find Star in my face, and my father sitting in a chair next to my bed “They caught your attacker,” my father said “The cops did, he will not be hurting anyone. Oh, and Star came back. I’m going to make some pancakes, I’ll call when there’re done” with that he left. I looked at Star, and petted her on the head “Starlys aren’t too bad after all,” I said “well you’re better then Chatots”