Speaker 1: The storm and the snorlax evolution in the Veridian Forest.
The wind huled through the trees of the Veridian Forest,
but tonight it wasn't whispering, it was roaring. Munchlaks was
usually busy looking for food, but today was different. The
sky had turned a bruised purple color, and heavy rain
was starting to lash against the leaves. Deep in the
center of the grove, a group of small pokemon, a
trembling piccko, a frightened cater pie, and a shivering oddish
huddled together under the roots of an old hollow tree.
Munchlas stood outside the hollow, trying to push a large
piece of bark to cover the entrance. He gritted his teeth.
Don't worry, he shouted over the thunder. I'll keep the
rain out. But Munchlas was small. The wind was strong.
Every time a gust flew, Munchlaks slid backward in the mud.
The bark slipped from his teal paws. Inside the hollow,
the pickle let out a scared squeak. As the cold
rains splashed in. Munchlas felt a lump in his throat.
He wasn't scared for himself. He was frustrated. I'm just
too small, he thought, I'm too light. If only I
were bigger, I could block the wind. If only I
were heavier, the storm couldn't push me around. Looking back
at his friends shivering in the dark, a wave of
determination filled him. Munchlas dug his feet deep into the mud,
refusing to give up. Grabbing the bark one more time,
the little pokemon hugged it tight against his chest to
shield the others. With eyes closed tight, he wished with
all his heart to be a mountain that could protect them.
Berries and games didn't matter anymore. He just wanted to
friends to be safe and warm. That selfless wish, filled
with love for his friends, sparked something deep inside him.
It was the key to a miracle. Suddenly, the cold
rain didn't feel so cold anymore. A warm, brilliant light
began to pulse from Munchlas's heart. It wasn't the lightning
from the storm. It was the glow of a snorlax evolution.
The wind howled harder, trying to push him over, but
the light grew brighter. Inside the glow, Munchlas felt his
body changing. His legs once sliding in the mud became
thick and rooted to the ground like tree trunks. His
small body expanded, growing rounder, wider, and incredibly heavy. The
frustration melted away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of calm
and power. When the l light faded, Munchlax was gone.
Standing in his place was a massive, magnificent Snorlax. He
didn't need the piece of bark anymore. He simply sat
down in front of the hollow tree thud. The ground
shook gently as he settled his massive back faced the
wind and the rain. He was a living wall. The
storm raged and battered against him, but the Snorlax didn't
move an inch. He was solid as a rock inside
the hollow. The wind stopped instantly, the rain could no
longer reach the Piccu cater pie and addish. It was
suddenly quiet, warm and safe. Snorlax looked back over his
shoulder and gave a sleepy, reassuring smile. He was tired
from the transformation, but he was happy. He leaned his
head back against the tree trunk, his giant belly rising
and falling in a slow hypnotic rhythm inhal exhale. The
sound of the storm outside was drowned out. By the deep,
rumbling breathing of the Snorlaxe. It was the most comforting
sound the little pokemon had ever heard. One by one,
the little Pokemon crept out of the hollow. They realized
the storm couldn't hurt them as long as their big
friend was there. They climbed onto Snorlaxi's tummy. It was
warm and incredibly soft. This story is as soft and
relaxing as your favorite Snorlax plush, and that is exactly
how the little Pokemon felt. Piccu curled up on Snorlax's shoulder,
audish nestled into the soft cream colored fur of his belly.
Snorlax didn't mind. In fact, he was already fast asleep.
His job was done. He had become the mountain he
wanted to be. The Snorlax evolution hadn't just made him big,
It had made him the guardian of good dreams. The
storm eventually passed, leaving the forest fresh and clean, but
the group stayed asleep, piled together in a warm heap
of friendship. Now you can be safe too. Imagine the
storms outside, and you are safe and warm, protected by
the gentle giant. Let your breathing matches slow, deep, heavy.
Good Night Hero, good Night Snorlax.