The Ambitious Weaver. Fablemons Writing Entry

It was a nice day on Pokemon Square. Every Pokemon seems to be having a great time and frolicking around the area. Atleast, that is how it looked to Spinarak and Ledian who came down from the Northern Range to visit the town.

Ledian went to the Felicity Bank to talk to the Persian while Spinarak followed and watched the residents do their thing. That is when someone appeared catching the attention of everyone.

“See this thing on me? It’s a fine fashion piece called a Silk Scarf!”

Announced Lombre who was standing proudly in front of the Kecleon Shop and showing off his new clothing.

Everyone seems to be complimenting Lombre’s looks. However, Spinarak saw something else. The scarf appears to be made of the same material as the silk in the move “String Shot”, something he could easily do.

“Man, you look way better with that thing on!”

“You are looking fine.”

“Eep! Are you joking? That’s more than fine!”

Hearing these words, Spinarak got an idea. He would make a lot of Silk Scarves and sell them to the townspeople and get rich! They are complimenting it so they want one too right?

“Hey Spinarak. I’m done talking with Persian now. Should we go home or do you want to look around some more?”

Ledian asked Spinarak after finishing his business with the bank. He could notice a glimmer in Spinarak’s eyes, some sort of iration, he assumed.

“I want to go home now. May I ask you to bring me here again later, Mr. Ledian?”

Spinarak asked and Ledian simply nodded with a smile.

“Of Course! Let’s go home now.”

During the following week, Spinarak spent a lot of time weaving up Silk Scarves with the intention to sell them to Pokemon Square’s folks.

This did worry someone he knew however and one day, he was interrupted during his weaving.

“Hey, Spinarak. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you come out to play with the others…”

It was Beautifly and it took her a moment to see the dozen of scarves Spinarak has made

“Wow. I didn’t know you were such a- Who are these for if I might ask?”

She asked and Spinarak looked up with the look of vigor and shouted

“I’ll sell them and be rich!”

Beautifly was a little shook at Spinarak’s enthusiasm but she tried to keep a nice tone to not upset him.

“So were you asked to make these? That is a lot of scarves.”

Beautifly asked and Spinarak then answered

“Nope! But I’m sure they’ll want them! I’ll be heading out to Pokemon Square tomorrow with Mr. Ledian!”

Beautifly was unsure of what to do or say at the moment

“Alright then. I hope you make a lot of sales, little one.”

She said before leaving Spinarak be with his weaving.

The following day, Ledian brought Spinarak down from the Northern Range to Treasure Town again, but with 15 scarves folded neatly in a basket to sell.

“Well, Spinarak. These scarves are great looking, do your thing. I’ll just watch over you to keep you safe, so no need to fear.”

Ledian said before Spinarak scuttled towards one of the Pokemon with his Basket

“Hello! Would you like to buy a Silk Scarf?”

He asked with an eager face waiting for the Pokemon to say yes.

“Oh, those look nice but sorry… Scarves aren’t really my style.”

He was not expecting to hear that response.

“A-Are you sure? They’re made really well!”

He insisted but the Pokemon wasn’t interested

So he moved on to try sell to other Pokemon

“Nah, I’m already rocking myself a Pecha Scarf.”

“BZZT BZZT I APPRECIATE THE OFFER BUT ME AND CLOTH DO NOT MESH WELL BZZT BZZT”

“Uh…. Kid, I don’t think I need one of those right now.”

No one actually wanted to buy a Silk Scarf.

Spinarak came back to Ledian holding back tears as his ambition seemed to have been for nothing.

“Hey, it’s alright. I think Kecleon will buy things people offer to him. Let’s go ask him.”

Ledian said to Spinarak who just nodded and followed Ledian to the Kecleon Shop.

In the end. Kecleon would only buy the Silk Scarves for 100 Poke each which isn’t really a lot, but Spinarak still got 1,500 Poke out of the deal.

Spinarak had learnt a very valuable lesson on that day. He learnt to not make important plans based on something good he was not sure was going to happen.

He did look cool to the other kids atleast.

~~~~~~The End~~~~~

Moral of the Story

Don't count your chickens before they hatch!

And that's my entry for the #Fablemons event!

Have a good day!