Eevee and the Tree

It would be an understatement to say my Eevee's head was tough as a stone. She once dented a Cloyster's shell by using Headbutt, and it's rumored that Cloyster shells can withstand the impact of a bomb. Have no doubt this is one hardheaded Eevee.

To top this off, she's hard-headed in more than one way. No matter what I say, she simply won't listen.

"Eevee, stop!" I yelled out as she bolted from my side. We had been walking a narrow lane between two private properties, and Eevee made a run for the property to our left. Normally I would chase after her, but I had just taken my first bite into a homemade peanut butter and honey sandwich.

"Mmmm, ah well," I said with mouth half stuck together, licking the peanut butter from my teeth, "Hopefully nobody's home."

Eevee dashed for a large juniper tree in the middle of the grassy field. We were far from the owner's farmhouse, so I saw little harm in letting Eevee take out a bit of her energy. I looked up at the blazing sun. With perspiration rolling down my face, I realized Eevee might have the right idea.

"Sitting in the shade sure seems like a swell idea," I thought to myself, realizing how hard verbally pronouncing all those S words with a mouth full of peanut butter would be.

But as Eevee neared the tree, she didn't slow down one bit. She was sprinting at full speed now, and she showed no intention of wavering from her crash course into the tree's trunk.

"EEVEE, STOP! STOP EEVEE, STOP!"

I froze in fear as I watched Eevee run towards that tree. Eevee had ignored my scream, and she was now inches from a head-on collision. Normally as a trainer I would be most concerned about my Pokemon's well-being, but it was not my hardheaded friend I feared for. I feared for the tree.