Kit looked down at the "bug" at his feet. His last attempt to squash it flat had taken the wind out of it's sails. It's tank was empty, and Kit knew he had it this time, but he decided not to squash it after all. It had acted differently than the other bugs he'd stepped on. None of them had avoided his foot for as long as this one, that alone was enough to make him want to get a closer look.
Completely exhaused Ash accepted his fate. A shadow fell over him and he expected Kit's foot to slam down on top of him.
THOOM!
"What? I'm still Ali--"
He felt warm leathery flesh press in all around him as he was lifted skyward. The next thing he knew he was stareing up into Kit's face. Kit looked down at the "Bug" in the palm of his hand. It seemed odd that it didn't try to get away. He'd been carefull picking it up so he was very sure he hadn't hurt it. It was just sitting there as if it knew it had no place to go. It made Kit think that maybe this wasn't a Bug after all. Ash tried to read the cub's face, trying to guess what he was going to do next. Huge fingers came into view as Kit closed his hand into a fist, He made sure though not to squeese too tightly. Picking up his lunch Kit decided to...
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