Post by Wing on Jul 22, 2009 9:33:03 GMT -5
It was a good clear day. The sun was high up in the sky. The shores of Remoor seemed at peace. The sand was almost shining. The sea's waves moved in a slow, soft and in a graceful way. Not a cloud in the sky. It was gonna be a good day. No rain, no storms, just a perfect beach day.
It was too perfect. Wingull also called wing at times, hated it. This day was boring. The waves did nothing exciting. The sand was even worse. Plus no clouds in the sKy so nothing to hope for. Wingull sat on a make shift nest on a lone tree near the sea. He looked around. He couldnt find another possible playmate around."Wingull" he squaqked out of bored.
Maybe there were humans or pokemon down the beach. He stood up, flapped his wings and took off. Wing soared up into the sky. At a good height where he would be able to see things. Oo look a krabby. A krabby was sure enough down in the sand of the shore. He lowered himself so he could get down with the krabby. The krabby however saw him coming and pinched his pimcers at wingull. It was clear krabby didnt want to play.
Wingull backed off and again took off into the sky. What a mean little thing. Such an uptight thing not wanting to play Wingull thought as he moved on. It would be nice to find something to do. Or find somebody to play with. Mostly a human. Theyre fun to play with. They have such odd shaped heads. Its fun to peck their odd heads. Wingull flew above the shore peering down hoping he could find a playmate.
It was too perfect. Wingull also called wing at times, hated it. This day was boring. The waves did nothing exciting. The sand was even worse. Plus no clouds in the sKy so nothing to hope for. Wingull sat on a make shift nest on a lone tree near the sea. He looked around. He couldnt find another possible playmate around."Wingull" he squaqked out of bored.
Maybe there were humans or pokemon down the beach. He stood up, flapped his wings and took off. Wing soared up into the sky. At a good height where he would be able to see things. Oo look a krabby. A krabby was sure enough down in the sand of the shore. He lowered himself so he could get down with the krabby. The krabby however saw him coming and pinched his pimcers at wingull. It was clear krabby didnt want to play.
Wingull backed off and again took off into the sky. What a mean little thing. Such an uptight thing not wanting to play Wingull thought as he moved on. It would be nice to find something to do. Or find somebody to play with. Mostly a human. Theyre fun to play with. They have such odd shaped heads. Its fun to peck their odd heads. Wingull flew above the shore peering down hoping he could find a playmate.