Timmy [WWC]

Mrs O’Malley sat back in the worn tan leather armchair in the corner of the Kindergarten classroom she taught in, with two dozen pairs of eager young eyes shining up at her from the floor. It was 2pm on a balmy summer afternoon, story time. Her maroon wool cardigan almost melted into the soft leather as she eased her plump 56 year old frame into place.

“Now then children,” she began, drawing the attention of her throng of pupils, “today we’ve going to be reading a new story about a Tentacool called Timmy. Has anyone ever seen a Tentacool before?”

Only one boy in the class raised his hand, his name was Billy and he had a tendency to tell a few tall tales. Mrs O’Malley studied the room in the hope that someone else would claim to have seen one as well, but alas he was alone. She smiled sweetly and called on him. “You have Billy? Where was that then?”

“Well,” began the excited ball of energy, “I was at the beach with my mum and my dad and my brother and his girlfriend and we were playing in a rock pool when a Tentacool stung my brother’s girlfriend’s leg and her leg was bleeding and my brother had to…”
“Yes, thankyou Billy.” Interrupted the matriarchal teacher, anticipating what he was about to say, “we don’t talk about things like that in school, do we?” He shook his head in response. She smiled again and opened the large cardboard book to the first page.


Timmy the Tentacool lives deep undersea.
Friendly to fish, to you and to me.
To everyone else, he always seemed glad.
But poor little Timmy feels rather sad.

Timmy the Tentacool hides in the sand.
His life isn’t going how he had planned.
He wants to help out with his healing touch.
But for other Pokémon his sting is too much.

Timmy the Tentacool’s sting is too strong.
His tentacles hurt you if he touches too long.
The kind little jellyfish doesn’t want this to be.
He wants to help others with massage therapy.


“Miiiiiiiss!” called one of the young girls in the class. Mrs O’Malley looked up, Tiffany was her name and she had a hand raised, “What’s massage therapy?”
“It’s when you touch someone in a special way to make them feel better.” Replied the sagely teacher. “You rub the muscles and they stop feeling sore!”
The class oooed and aahed in amazement at this revelation. Mrs O’Malley glanced around to check that there would be no further interruptions and continued reading.

Timmy the Tentacool looked for a teacher.
To help him learn how not to hurt other creatures.
He wanted to know how to control his sting.
He didn’t want to harm another head, tail or wing.

Timmy the Tentacool looked across the sea.
Looking for someone to help him be.
A gentler Pokémon with a softer touch.
He only hoped he didn’t want too much.

Timmy the Tentacool found a wise fish.
Who said that he could help grant Timmy’s wish.
He promised to help Timmy to learn.
How to control his sting so it would not burn.


Mrs O’Malley paused for a moment to check on the children. One boy had his fingers in his nose and was completely oblivious to the world around him whilst another child was lying down with her head in another girl’s lap. She glanced at the clock on the wall, it was half past two and the children were starting to get tired with the heat. She might be able to let them finish early if she picked up the pace a little bit.

Timmy the Tentacool practiced for days.
Learning how to change his ways.
His touch became gentler, his sting became small.
He felt like he could do anything at all.

Timmy the Tentacool smiled once again.
He was able to massage without any pain.
His life looked much better, he was happy once more.
To find the wise fish again he’d have to explore.

Timmy the Tentacool looked for his teacher for weeks.
He searched until he had no more breath in his cheeks.
Then Timmy had a thought that gave him much pride.
There was no teacher. The power came from inside.


Mrs O’Malley closed to book and looked down at the smiling children.
“Now, wasn’t that wonderful?” she asked. Billy raised his hand once again, eagerly wishing to say something, she braced herself.

“Go ahead Billy…”
“Mrs O’Malley? Could a Tentacool really learn to not sting too much? Because my brother’s girlfriend said that her leg didn’t hurt too much when we were in that rock pool and she said that it touched her leg where she cut it on a rock and maybe it was Timmy and Miss? Is Timmy real? Did my brother’s girlfriend find Timmy?”
Boy, she thought to herself, he really was into this story. She smiled at him and tried to explain that it was fictional, and that his brother’s girlfriend probably didn’t notice the pain from the sting because she was already bleeding. But, he was away in his own fantasy world as usual. She glanced one final time at the clock on the wall, 2:59pm. Perfect. She waited for the bell to release her from her duties so that she could go home for a stiff drink.


A few weeks later, Billy and his family headed to the same beach they had visited once before. The young boy sprinted off to the rock pool that they’d explored that time without telling his family where he was heading to. He lay down on the rock and peered down at a small semi-translucent blue blob in the water and stretched out a grazed hand towards it.

“Hi Timmy!”

Spoiler

Target Mon: Tentacool
Rank: Simple (5-10k)
Char Count: 5179
Notes: It's basically a kid's story. Yay for hastily created WWC entries.

 

I feel like grading a story. This one will do quite nicely. Quite nicely indeed...........