On Monday, March 29, 1999 8:29 PM, Pi [SMTP:sort@bucket.pp.ualr.edu]
wrote:

[Pikachu rushes into Ash's home in Pallet Town and bounds up to
Ash's
mother.] 
Pikachu: Pika! Pika!
Ash's Mom: What is it, Pikachu? 
Pikachu: Piii, pikachu!
Ash's Mom: What's that?  Ash is in trouble?  And you came here to
get help?  My, what a smart Pokemon you are.
 Pikachu: Pikaaa, chuuu...
Ash's Mom: Oh, dear.  Ash fell down a well?
Pikachu: Pika!  Pikapikapi!
Ash's Mom: My goodness!  Ash is trapped in the old abandoned mine?
Pikachu: PIKACHU!
Ash's Mom: That's not right, either?  You mean he's stuck in a plane 
and a pokemon is spitting fireballs at the nearby fuel tanks?
Pikachu: Chu...
[Pikachu wipes its brow.]
Ash's Mom: Well, I'm sure Ash can handle it.  He's a big boy now.
[Pikachu face-faults.]

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My sister wrote a story nearly identical to this months ago.  But in her
story, Misty fell down a well.  Here's the message she sent me in
December.  Since then, this story has been posted on several webpages
and (I think) on the Pokemon fics ml.  BTW, her e-mail address had
changed since then, and is now dangermouse42@yahoo.com.

Jennifer


-----Original Message-----
From:	Stephanie Califf [SMTP:scaliff@hotmail.com]
Sent:	Thursday, December 10, 1998 9:51 PM
To:	Califf, Jennifer
Subject:	A short Pokmon Story...

Hee hee!  Tell me what you think!!
Steph...

  

   It was a beautiful day in the Pok�mon world.  The sun was shinning 
and the pidgey's were chirping.  The world was in perfect order.  Ash 
relaxed against a rock, watching Squirtle and Charmander run around 
thourgh half-closed lids.  It had been a long day.  They had been 
attacked by Team Rocket twice and succeded in getting rid of  them each 
time.  Brock was busy brushing his new Volpex.  Ash had given up trying 
to help him.  He had gotten burned more times than he had been 
electrocuted today, and that was a lot.  Misty had wandered off, 
interested in exploring the area they were now in.  She was  looking for
landmarks to try to decide where they were exactly.  Yeah, they were 
lost again.  Oh, well.  It beat being in school.  Suddenly the silence 
was broken.
    "PIKA PIKA PIKA PIKA!!!  PIKA-CHUUUU"
    Ash leapped up as Pikachu bounded into the clearing.
    "What is it Pikachu?" asked the trainer in training as he got down 
on one knee.  "What happened?"
    "Pika pika pika..."
    "Uh hu..."
    "Pika pikachu!!!"
    "Oh my gosh!  Pikachu are you serious?  Misty fell down the well?"
    "Pika!"
    Ash stood up and streched.  
    "Okay, good.  One less mouth to feed on our limited budget, right 
Brock?"
    "That's right Ash!"
    Pikachu nodded, and all three lifted their packs (after rilfling 
through  Misty's belongings and taking all that was worth anything) and 
started back on their Pok�mon journy.  Who knows what great adventures 
lay in wait for Ash and his friends?  The world may never know.

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jcaliff@nsai-petro.com       http://www.topher.net/~jcaliff/iserlohn.htm

Broken mirror, a million shades of light
The old echo fades away
But just you and I can find the answer and then
We can run to the end of the world
-"Small of Two Pieces" lyrics by Masato Kato, end theme of Xenogears