The Busy Beedrill
Once upon a time there was a neat and tidy hive in the depths of the forest, in which lived a Beedrill. This Beedrill was gentle and quiet and kind, and he spent all day gathering nectar from the flowers in the forest. At the end of each day he would bring the nectar back to his hive and use it to make honey to feed his young Weedles. He worked hard, but was pleased to be able to help his children.
However, the Beedrill returned home one day to find his Weedles crying.
“Why are you crying, children?” he asked, concerned.
“While you were away, a mean Pokémon came to the hive and stole all of our honey! Now we are very hungry,” they replied.
“Never mind,” said the Beedrill, who always thought the best of others. “I’m sure that they did not realise that the honey belonged to us. I will make you some more honey, and if they come again, tell them that it is your honey and they will not take it.”
The next day, the Beedrill again went out to collect the nectar, happy to have solved his children’s problem. But when he returned to the hive, once more the honey was gone! The Weedles told their father that the thief had come again, and laughed when they asked him to stop taking their food. That night, the children were hungry, and the Beedrill found that he was growing angry - an emotion that he had never before had any reason to feel.
That morning, instead of leaving to gather nectar, the Beedrill remained in the hive, hoping to confront the intruder. He had not waited long when there was a scratching near the entrance, and a scruffy Rattata pulled itself into the hive. He began to make for the place where the honey was stored, but the Beedrill put himself in his way.
“Please, sir,” the Beedrill said, unsure of what to do now. “I beg you, desist from taking our honey. My children are very hungry, and the honey is all they can eat.”
The Rattata laughed scornfully, and replied, “Well, I’m hungry too, and that honey is the best food I’ve ever tasted! I want it, and you can’t stop me from taking it.”
Hearing this, the normally calm Beedrill was filled with rage, and immediately attacked the surprised villain. However, it looked as if the Beedrill would lose the fight, as he had never practised in combat and the Rattata was a skilled fighter. But when all seemed lost, a change came over the Beedrill: sharp, poisonous stingers began to grow from his arms and his rear, and he used these new weapons to drive the thief from his hive. And from that day forth, the Beedrill could defend himself and his children, and no one ever stole from them again.