Charmeleon slouched to the cave exit. “I’m going out.”
His mother Charizard looked out from the kitchen. “When are you going to be back?”
“I dunno.”
“Be back before dinner!”
“I’m gonna grab a bite to eat with the guys.”
“Young man!” Charizard said. “I have slaved over a stove powered by my own tail for this dinner, and you will be home for it!”
“You’re not the boss of me!” Charmeleon ran out.
Charizard shook her head. Ever since her son evolved he’d rebelled… but then, she was much the same way at his age…
That night, Charmeleon got with others of his kind and picked fights. He won every fight, because he wouldn’t give up the last fight. By the end of it, he collapsed…
Evolution can be hard to come to terms with…
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Wartortle asked. “I didn’t start picking fights with everything when I evolved.”
“You dealt with your changes a different way,” Ivysaur said. She patted Wartortle’s furry tail. “You became a furry.”
-Odemon #5
Duth Olec's Cuckoo Cosmos 