Now you knew why it felt like there were ten million needles poking your skin. They're feathers, and you're a Pidgeot. You click you beak in a manner between "This is weird" and "How cool!", without realizing you can't speak. You curiously stretch your wings out to see just how big you were.
It felt like you could do anything with these wings! Deciding to test them out, you start to pump them in such a manner that your body no longer is supported by the ground, but you supported your own weight in mid air. What freedom! You could fly forever...
As you fly for hours, you start to notice that the sun is lowering itself beyond the horizon. You should probably turn in for the night, if something happened, you wouldn't know how to help yourself. Tomorrow, perhaps, you can start to try and figure out why you are a pokemon in the first place.
Looking down you notice a small town. You tilt you wings downward, aiming for a gigantic tree with pokemon sleeping in the branches. You glide smoothly and perch on a branch with ease, your claws gripping tight into the wood. It felt strangely natural for you to choose such a place. You flicker your eyes into sleep.
You awaken to a disturbing knock on your head and quickly register three small boys are throwing rocks at you from the ground. You...
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