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						Mews

Ever wonder what would happen if you ate a rare candy? Me and Jessie found out
the hard way. It all began when I was hungry one day...

"I'm hungry!!!!" I whined.
I looked in the fridge. Nothing.
I looked in my pocket and found two rare candys. I thought of feeding them to
Meowth, but then I ate one myself. It tasted like a lemon. It was good. Then
Jessie walked up. I offered her the other one. She looked at me, skeptically.
"It's good." I said. She took it and ate it.
"It is good." She replied.
Then we both swallowed them.
Suddenly I blacked out.
I woke up next to a bright red Mew with blue eyes.
Wow! I thought. A Mew! The rarest, best pokemon ever!! And it's all mine!! I
moved toward the Mew.
The Mew reached out to grab me. Then it quickly recoiled and looked at its
little hand. I tried to reach for it, but then all I saw I front of me was a
purplish-blue Mew paw where my hand should've been.
"What's going on?!" I tried to say. But all I heard was "Meeew mew mew
meeeeew?!"
"James? Is that you?" I heard Jessie's voice. I looked around but couldn't find
her. Meanwhile the red Mew was mewing like crazy.
"I'm right here, Jessie!!" I said. But I could only say Mew.
"James?" Then I realized where the voice was coming from. Inside my head.
I thought hard. Me and Jessie have been able to read each other's thoughts for a
very long time. "Jessie, I'm right here."
"That can't be."
It worked!! We were communicating!!
"I am here!! Where are you?"
"I'm looking at you."
I looked around. The red Mew was staring at me.
"That can't be you. You're playing tricks on me. Now where are you?"
"James, look at yourself."
I took her advice and picked up a mirror. A purplish blue Mew with green eyes
was staring back at me from the shiny glass.
"What the-how did this happen?"
"Must have been those stupid rare candies."
"But they were really tasty!!"
"Baka!"
"Hey, cool!! Hee hee hee! I can fly!!"
I flew around a little and chuckled out loud.
"Mee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-eew"
Jessie also decided to fly.
She was pretty as a Mew. I guess I got sidetracked watching her, because next
thing I knew I flew into a wall.
"Hee hee hee. Baka."
"Shut up!!"
I wonder if unneutered Mews like myself have a problem like mine:
I couldn't get off her.
I was like a dog or something.
She was PISSED.
"James, what the FUCK are you doing?"
"Um....that's what I'd like to know."
"Now you know why to spay or neuter your pets, children."
9 months later, we had a whole heck of a lot of little Mews.
That gave me an idea.  Mews have a transform attack. So we simply trasformed
into our old selves. Then we gave the little Mews to the boss and left.

The End.