03- Annual Tradition
The Pokeball fires back at Jack as Pidgey manages to get out of its hold. No longer confused, Pidgey flaps and flaps as dust and dirt and sand goes everywhere. Pidgey flies away into the forest, not taking any more chances.
The dust clears and Jack notices that Pidgey is gone. Vulpix and Jack look at each other with a hint of disappointment.
"Good try Vulpix. You did your best and that's all I ask for." Vulpix gives out a shout. "Now let's find that Pidgey before it gets away and becomes healthier." The two follow it in a southern direction.
An hour passes by and the Pidgey was nowhere to be seen. Jack did see some Rattata but because they were a family, Jack didn't have the heart to separate them by trying to catch one. He takes a sip of water from a bottle and then gives some to Vulpix. Jack looks around, blocking the sun with his hand.
Vulpix’s ears perk up. "Vulpix vull..."
Jack looks down at her and into the direction she was looking in. "You hear something over there?" Vulpix nods and runs off to the sound. Jack quickly puts his bottle in his pack and follows the quick running fox. "Slow down Vulpix, wait for me!" He jumps over a small log then abruptly stops.
Ahead of him, at the clearing was a kid, not much younger that Jack, and a Charmander with him. The Charmander was firing fire into the air. Jack moves closer to see what it was shooting at. It was a Farfetch'd. The Charmander fires Flamethrower into the air. Farfetch'd dodges and zooms down to the ground with a furious thrust of its leek called Fury Attack. Charmander is poked in the eye and falls down. Farfetch'd backs off and flies away to safety.
The kid begins to cry but notices a Vulpix sitting ever so cute near Charmander. "Wow! A Vulpix. I know just what to do." The kid reaches into his pocket....
Jack runs out and leaps in front of Vulpix. "Oh no. This one is mine."
The kid pulls out some food. "I merely wanted to feed it. I'm not here for a Vulpix anyway." Vulpix nibbles at the soft pokefood happily. The kid recalls his Charmander. "My name's Gregory."
"I'm Jack. That was a fine battle you had there. That Farfetch'd sure was rough."
Gregory begins to walk away. "Now I have to wait another day."
Curiously, Jack walks with him. "Why?"
"Every year, Farfetch'd fly by my house. A big company pays us lots of money to catch one each year. They say they are doing this for some sort of study. Charmander is the only Pokemon my family has and now that its eye is hurt, we have to wait till tomorrow. In a few days, the guy will be here to collect the Farfetch’d that we caught. They pay us a lot of money and my family depends on me to do this."
They approach a large cottage, well decorated with an expensive look to it. Gregory walks up the steps and opens the door.
Jack stays at the bottom of the steps with Vulpix. "May I help you catch one?"
Gregory looks at him. "Sure. Come on in."
Jack smiles and follows him into his nice house, recalling Vulpix for a rest. He spends the day with Gregory's family while Charmander heals its eye. They talk and talk and sooner than they realize, night time comes. Now everyone goes to sleep, ready for the Farfetch'd fun the next day.
Jack thinks while laying on the extra bed in the guest bedroom. o O (If I help him catch a Farfetch'd then he can show me where more are so I can catch one for myself. A good deed gets good results.) O o
The next day has come. The dew has been evaporated from the grass by the rays from the sun. The forest gleams with life after a good nights rest.
Gregory steps through the house door. He sees Jack, sitting on the steps, staring into the trees. Vulpix is curled up by his side, taking the strokes of his pets. Gregory joins him, and sits down. "Ready?"
Jack blinks as his silence is disrupted. He stops petting Vulpix and slowly turns to look at Gregory. "Yeah, I'm good to go." Jack stands and follows Gregory. They march off, to find a Farfetch'd. While they march and search around, Jack remembers last night's discussion.
Jack sits down on the sofa after eating one of the best meals since leaving home. Gregory sits on a recliner opposite him.
"Hey Gregory," Jack starts, "Now I said I would help and here's how it's gonna to happen. Since Farfetch'd can fly, you must disable it somehow. Because as long as a bird can fly, it can get away and escape. So here is what I prepose that you do." Jack explains his idea on what Charmander should do. Gregory listens then comments back. Finally, after an hour, the plan is set.
"Thanks Jack for your help. I'm sure that tomorrow I will come back with a Farfetch'd." Jack nods.
Gregory, Charmander, Jack and Vulpix take their time in the forest. No need to walk fast and miss an area. They check everywhere within their sights.
At a little path, Jack searches one side and Gregory searches the other. Charmander looks down the dirt path and is stunned.
"Char char mander char..."
Gregory looks down to Charmander then down the path where it is pointing. Jack does the same. And to everyone's amazement, two, count them, two Farfetch'd were walking down the path, tossing their leeks to each other. The pair of birds notice the trainers and Pokemon and stop. Nobody moves . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
"Achoo!" Jack sneezes. He had to sneeze.
The Farfetch'd split up, one going to one side of the path, the other to the other side. Gregory follows the one that went on his side while Jack follows the one that went his way.
"What a great time to sneeze, huh Vulpix. Now we have to chase it." Jack pushes through bushes, occasionally getting scratched by a branch. He could make out Farfetch'd's motion, just barely. But what Jack didn't notice is the uprooted root just ahead. His foot catches he goes down to the grassy ground. Luckily, the Farfetch'd was only a few feet infront of him, resting from the flight on a tree stump. It catches sight of the fallen trainer.
Jack looks up as Vulpix lands next to him, ready to battle. "Ok Vulpix, Flamethrower." Vulpix opens up and *BAM* the flamethrower hits the stump. Farfetch'd jumps a split second before the fire came out. It runs off, saving its energy for a long flight.
Jack picks himself off the ground, feeling his leg a little soar. "Come on, let's move in front of it."
Vulpix was way ahead of him. Running and running at the side, in the bushes out of Farfetch'ds sight. Vulpix jumps out of the bushes and right in front of Farfetch'd. Vulpix growls. Farfetch'd stops and raises its leek.
Jack had caught up just in time, behind Farfetch’d with Vulpix on the far opposite side. "Vulpix, watch for the leek."
Farfetch'd smacks Vulpix in the head with its leek. Vulpix shakes around. She growls again, waiting for the word.
"Go on, Tackle it."
Vulpix understands and rushes forward with a Quick Attack. Farfetch'd rubs off the pain and quickly retaliates. The leek hits Vulpix many times and wears her down quite a bit.
"Disable the flying, remember the plan."
Farfetch'd had its leek in a defense position. Vulpix's eyes faintly glow as a ray of light-purple heads for the bird and absorbs into it. Farfetch'd looks around, dazed, with little question marks over its head.
"Alright, confusing it worked. Now for step two." Before step two could happen, Farfetch'd began to take off.
Jack panics. "Forget step two, Fire Spin."
Vulpix steps forward and unleashes a line of fire that turns into a tornado Fire Spin attack. Farfetch'd becomes engulfed into the fire. It dies down and Farfetch'd lands on the ground, all burnt up. It tries to kick up some dust but the ground was grassy and even if there was dirt, Farfetch'd was too weak to try. Still confused, it keeps scratching the grass.
Vulpix rushes in and knocks Farfetch'd for a final attack. Farfetch'd was down.
He takes out one of his many Pokeballs. "Great effort Vulpix. But now it's my turn once again." He throws out the Pokeball and watches the upsidedown, confused, burnt Farfetch'd go into the ball at contact. Vulpix runs to Jack's side as they both await the outcome of this attempt...
~Original Post: November 2001 @ Omega Club
(-o-) Farfetch’d Not Captured!
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