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There were once two friends who lived on either side of the mountain. Each time one wanted to visit the other they had to climb up and up and over and down, over stone, over hill, to reach the other side.

"I'm tired of this," said the one friend as he entered the other's house for a visit. "Up and over and down for days, oh that we could just walk through the mountain!"

"Through the mountain," the other shook his head, "what a thought, but only pokemon, the burrowing sorts, know how to do that."

"Well can we not enlist them?!" cried the first, "surely they could help us ."

"We can ask," the other agreed.

And so the two friends found an group of Diglett and Dugtrio.

"Oh little moles," they said, "would you help us dig a path through the mountain so my friend and I can visit more easily?"

But the diglett and the dugtrio shook their heads.

"We are too too too too busy busy busy!" they exclaimed, "digging tunnels for ourselves and our big big families. We do not have time to dig for you."

So hearing they found a group of drilbur and excadrill.

"Oh little moles!" they cried, "would you help us dig a path through the mountain?

But the drilbur and the excadrill laughed.

"We are busy busy busy! We are digging holes for our own friends, we are digging for worms and bugs. We have no time to dig for you!."

The friends, hearing this thought to despair, but then a small, low voice piped up.

"I can dig for you."

The friends looked down to see a small dunsparce lying nearby.

"You!" they exclaimed, but we have seen you, and we know that you are slow and lazy besides!"

"I take my time," said the dunsparce, calmly, "and it serves me well. I am not busy and I can help you dig."

"But... you are so small!"

"But I know the ways of the mountain better than any, for I am older than the moles and have seen much more. If you will have me... I will help you dig."

Having no better recourse than this at any rate, the two friends led the dunsparce to space of the mountain through which they wished it to dig. "It will take... some time," said the dunsparce. "You will not see me for a while."

The two friends bid the dunsparce goodbye, and were quite surprised to see it quickly burrow into the earth.

"Well that's that," said one friend, "I doubt we shall see him again."

"Perhaps next spring we can ask the diglett again," sighed the other.

They went their separate ways, planning to meet again the following spring.

Time passed and neither friend thought much of the little dunsparce, and when he did he would chuckle to himself. Surely it had gotten itself lost or given up for matters more meaningful to a dunsparce.

The next spring, however, as the second friend prepared to visit the first, he was surprised to reach the mountain pass and find a large cave. No, a large tunnel, wide enough for three tauros to walk down sideways!

Disbelieving, he took a step inside and looked around. A pair of large white eyes shone out at him. After letting his own eyes adjust to the dark he could it was an enormous dudunsparce looking back at him.

"I have made this passage for you," it said in a familiar, slow voice, "I will make other passages yet. Let you and your kind never forget the perseverance of mine."

The friend promised he would not and thanked the dudunsparce heartily. When the pokemon had retreated he made his way to the other side of the passage where he met his friend, and after relating his adventure, both agreed never to forget the kindness and fortitude of the dunsparce.

It's not as good as the other imo, but it's a nice little story anyway.

I hope you all have enjoyed storytime with Aelita! lol

Once there was a farmer who had fallen on hard times. His crops were lean, his miltank leaner. He had barely enough to feed himself, let alone to sell.

One day, as he was preparing to go work his land he caught sight of a little morgrem sitting on his fence.

"Hello little wanderling," he greeted.

"Hello good farmer!" the morgrem replied. The farmer was taken aback, not having heard any sort of pokemon speak his own language before, but not wanting to be rude, said nothing of it.

"What do ye here little wanderling?" the farmer asked, failing to hide his amazement.

"Oh, I travel here and there," replied the morgrem, grinning wide enough to show his fangs, "I seek gold."

"What does a morgrem do with gold?" demanded the bemused farmer.

"Why trade it for cream and sugar!" the morgrem shrugged and cocked his head to one side, "I have no need myself, but you humans seem to like it, so if one is so inclined, I find it for them, and they tradest me something sweet."

"Art thou truly so skilled in finding gold?" scoffed the farmer.

"Thou doubtest me?"

"Tis quite a great claim to make."

"Very well," snickered the morgrem, "if thou wouldst have proof, then dig thou a hole next to thine house, about a meter deep and thou wilt see the truth of it!"

While the farmer knew his efforts were probably best served tilling his fields and tending his miltank, his curiosity had gotten the better of him, and so he took a shovel and did as the morgrem had bade.

About a meter down he was astonished to find several gold coins lying just where the morgrem had said.

"Thou seest." the morgrem declared, folding its arms triumphantly, "now thou wilt be so kind as to reward my efforts for thee."

"Ah! I am not so easily fooled," chided the farmer, "for t'was I who built this house and would surely have found this gold upon building the foundation. No doubt these are merely coins I had mislaid during the digging thereof, and thus were mine to begin with!"

"If thou requirest more gold for my sup," replied the morgrem, "then dig down a bit deeper and thou wilt have it."

The farmer, still yet curious, did as the morgrem bade. Digging a bit deeper he found a small gold nugget. No longer able to deny the truth of the morgrem's power, he yet thought he might do better if he continued the game.

"Thou thinkest this enough?" he demanded of the morgrem, "an easy coincidence! Thou art merely playing on luck!."

"Thou art testing me farmer," grumbled the morgrem, "but if thou must, then dig a little deeper and thou wilt find yet more."

And so the farmer dug deeper and, indeed, this time he found a much larger golden nugget than before.

"Surely thou wilt be content," the morgrem sighed, "this gold shall easily carry thee through this lean year. Surely now thou wilt repay my services?"

"On Arceus surely not!" the farmer cried, "for it is I who hath done all the work while thou hast merely sat and watched! Thinkest thou that such is worthy of a reward?"

"Very well farmer," the morgrem snarled, "dig a little deeper and thou shalt have yet more riches."

And so the farmer dug, even deeper than before, and discovered this time a nugget even larger than the last!

But alas the farmer had not considered too strongly where it was he had been digging and had dug so deep now that the foundation of his little house had grown so unstable that the structure collapsed entire within minutes.

The farmer let out a cry of despair.

"Little demon, thou has tricked me!" he exclaimed.

"Nay farmer," the morgrem snickered, dancing a bit around the farmer's newly dug hole, "thou hast gained all thou hadst been promised. Tis not my fault thou didst not look where thou wert digging! Perhaps in the future thou wilt pay thy debts and learn where the line of thy house is!"

Thus with a cackle the morgrem departed and the farmer was left with much riches, and no house to store it in.

Like I said, this one's my favorite. I'm always a sucker for a little comeuppance. ^_^