This choice: Meowth, Thief of Chicken! • Go Back...Chapter #4Crispy, Crunchy Success by: Komari Within moments, Meowth had reached what he so sorely lusted after, hugging the metal cart in a strange form of affection for its contents. Even now the scent held strong, as though each inhale were a crowd cheering for his success. The cart's height was a mere three feet tall, nothing the agile creature couldn't handle. With a quick, nimble pounce he leapt up to the heated surface of the cart.
Though consumed with hunger, he was not stupid in his efforts of thievery. He looked around at the various people passing him by, wondering why it was that they did not notice his presence. Perhaps they thought the Pokémon was the merchant's pet, but they seemed to pay no heed to him lifting the circular grate that hid the meat so sought after. Upon lifting the top, the Meowth nearly collapsed with happiness at the sight.
Within the cart lay, strangely, an enormous bag with a spice-laden interior, enhancing the flavor of the chicken that lay piled up within. Their crispy exteriors glittered with a healthy auburn hue familiar to most fried chicken, steam rising from the moist, alluring meat.
Meowth resisted the urge to eat it right then and there, preferring to eat in the comfort of his own home as it was. Rapidly tying up the bag, he soon discovered the one flaw of his plan - it seemed the bag was quite heavy, and the feline wasn't quite strong enough to lift it easily out of the cart. But he was determined to eat, summoning his strength to lift the heavy bag out of the cart with a strained grunt, nearly falling off the edge as a result.
With bag in paw, the Meowth tossed the chicken-filled sack down onto the warm concrete sidewalk, hopping down to grab the meat and bring it home. Even now, the people thought nothing of the strange event, a feline Pokémon slowly dragging a bag of meat easily two or three times his size into a dirty alley.
Moments passed, and the Meowth had succeeded. Using a sharp claw he rendered the tie on the top of the bag to shreds, the small mountain of chicken tumbling out on top of him. Spicy grease oozed into his fur, something he simply ignored in favor of bathing in his prize. Looking around at each massive leg, breast, wing, and any other articles of food in between, he rubbed his paws together, and began to eat.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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