My name is Green and I'm an Oddish farmer! I'm sure you can guess what my favorite pokemon is. Of course!; number 43 the weed Pokemon Oddish! I live in the uncharted areas far north of Johto, where land is cheap. I wasn't born an Oddish farmer you know. I spent most of my adolescent life in the muk and grimer of modern society. I couldn't help but notice a lack of grass type pokemon. And the plants in the city were all confined to such small areas. Since I had such a strong connection with my Oddish who befriended me at age 9, it pained me more than anything to see such disgusting actions take place.
That is why I now choose the simple life of being an Oddish farmer. And this is my story.
It all began one fateful morning when I was 9 years old. It was one of the two field trips we had a year at my elementary school. This one was a weekend long trip into the nature preserves along the well traveled routes. We had a notebook full of illustrations of the local wildlife. I skimmed through it and hardly cared, I didn't like school much. We walked on a trail overlooking the grasslands and we were made to take notes of what we saw. I found the whole lecture rather boring so I went off the trail when nobody was looking to explore. What happened then would change my life forever.
I found a tree with really low growing branches spaced perfectly to climb. I climbed all the way to the top and saw my whole class still being talked to and no obvious signs of anyone looking for me. Suckers. I watched as the class began walking down the trail and I climbed down more quickly than I climbed up. Too quickly apparently because a few steps down I took a wrong step and squished a little Weedle. I felt bad but I reassured myself that it died quickly and painlessly. Little did I know it's 65 lb mother thought differently. With its 6 inch long poison needle in my arm, my death would be quick, but not painless.