The Fishing Rod
Leaving the cave Ygseto where tired and needed a nap, so the started to knock on people’s houses trying to see if anyone would let them take a nap.
Ygseto knocked on the door of an old ratty house made of cedar. When he hit it a plank of wood fell out and some termites scurried away from the bright day light. “Ack that wasn’t suppose to happen!” Ygseto cringed looking in, “It doesn’t look like anyone is home.”
“See if the door is unlocked,” RD said pointing to the doorknob.
Ygseto put his hand on the old rusty handle and turned. It let out a loud shriek and clicked open. “I guess it is open,” Ygseto said pushing the door open and walking in. “Hello is anyone here!”
“Hey look over there,” RD said pointing over to two small beds. Each with a down blanket and a pillow. “Since no one is here why don’t we take a little nap?” RD walked over to the bed, pulled the blanket off, and climbed in. “This is pretty comfy,” he sank into the bed and closed his eyes.
“Well ok I could definitely use a nap,” Ygseto pulled back the covers and found an old stick. “Hey what’s this?” he picked it up and turned it around in his hands. It was a long wooded stick with a string at the end and at the end of the string was a little Wurmple hook.
“It looks like a fishing rod; I would say it’s one of the Great Rod models.” Rd yawned, opening his eyes. “You must be pretty lucky to find such a good thing.”
“Really that’s awesome,” Ygseto said amazed at how lucky he was. He went to an old moldy table, sat down, and started to look at the fishing rod when he heard a noise. “Hey Rd did you hear that?” He turned around to see RD fast asleep. Worried Ygseto stood up and started to walk around the old house. He found an old kitchen, another bedroom, and this strange den that looked different from the rest of the house. It was actually clean, it had a new coat of paint, and there was a mahogany desk and a nice leather chair with it’s back facing the door.
“Who’s there?” an old raspy voice said. The chair turned around to reveal an old man with a white beard and kaki fishing clothes. His face had a very warm happy glow “Who are you? And why do you have my Great rod?”
“I’m Ygseto Oak and I’m trying to be the next Pokemon master!” Ygseto said standing up proudly. “I have your Great rod because I found it in your bed.” Ygseto realized how crazy and stupid that sounded.
“You said you want to be a Pokemon Master, is this true?”
“Yes, yes sir it is true.”
“To be a master you need to be able to get all types of Pokemon and you can only get water by fishing”
“I guess that is all true, but what is your point?”
“I want you to have my Great Rod, take care of it.”
“Thank you sir, but why are you giving it to me. We barely know each other?”
“I actually know more about you than you think. You said your name was Oak.”
“Yes sir, Ygseto Oak, why do you ask?”
“And your great Grandfather is the great Prof. Oak?”
“Yes sir, my Great Grandfather was Prof. Oak. But sadly he died a couple of years ago.”
“That is sad; he was the person that gave me my first Pokemon Sqirtle. So if you are half the nice guy he was you will use that Great Rod with care. Now go and fish all around the world.”
“I will sir, thank you.” Ygseto said waving and leaving the room.
The old man smiled and thought about that great day of his life. The day he got his Sqirtle, witch evolved into that wonderful Blastoise.