It had been a long and miserable winter for the Lycanroc. His hunting had not gone well for many weeks and his ribs were nearly sticking through his skin.
One night, as the Lycanroc was out seeking something to eat, he met a Houndoom.
“You are looking very well, Cousin,” said the Lycanroc. “Here I am, near starvation, and you are clearly well-fed. What is your secret?”
“Oh, there is no secret,” said the Houndoom. “I simply have a wonderful job. I guard my trainer's house and keep away any thieves. In return, he treats me very well.”
“Lucky for you! If only I had it so easy. For me, life is a constant struggle.”
“But you can have this grand life, too,” said the Houndoom. “Just travel with me to my trainer’s house and help me keep the thieves away.”
“Happily,” said the Lycanroc. “I’d love to have a belly full of food for a change.”
While they were trotting along together, the Lycanroc spotted a mark on the Houndoom’s neck. Curious, he asked what had caused it.
“Oh, that’s nothing much,” replied the Houndoom. “Perhaps my collar was a little tight.”
“You wear a collar?”the Lycanroc backed away from the Houndoom.
“That’s nothing to worry about," said the Houndoom. "I wear a collar so my trainer can hook my chain to it."
“You are chained?” cried the Lycanroc in surprise. “You mean you are not free to go wherever you please?”
“Not exactly,” said the Houndoom, looking embarrassed. “You see, my trainer thinks I’m a bit wild and so he ties me up in the daytime. But he lets me run free at night.”
The Lycanroc backed a few more steps away from the Houndoom.
“Lycanroc, it’s a good deal,” said the Houndoom. “I get plenty of sleep during the day, and then I am free at night. I am my trainer's favorite and he feeds me very well.”
The Lycanroc turned and started to walk toward the forest.
“But wait, where are you going?” cried the Houndoom.
“Good night to you, poor Cousin,” said the Lycanroc. “You are welcome to your grand life — and your chains. As for me, I will keep my freedom.”
Moral of the story: There is nothing worth so much as liberty.
One night, as the Lycanroc was out seeking something to eat, he met a Houndoom.
“You are looking very well, Cousin,” said the Lycanroc. “Here I am, near starvation, and you are clearly well-fed. What is your secret?”
“Oh, there is no secret,” said the Houndoom. “I simply have a wonderful job. I guard my trainer's house and keep away any thieves. In return, he treats me very well.”
“Lucky for you! If only I had it so easy. For me, life is a constant struggle.”
“But you can have this grand life, too,” said the Houndoom. “Just travel with me to my trainer’s house and help me keep the thieves away.”
“Happily,” said the Lycanroc. “I’d love to have a belly full of food for a change.”
While they were trotting along together, the Lycanroc spotted a mark on the Houndoom’s neck. Curious, he asked what had caused it.
“Oh, that’s nothing much,” replied the Houndoom. “Perhaps my collar was a little tight.”
“You wear a collar?”the Lycanroc backed away from the Houndoom.
“That’s nothing to worry about," said the Houndoom. "I wear a collar so my trainer can hook my chain to it."
“You are chained?” cried the Lycanroc in surprise. “You mean you are not free to go wherever you please?”
“Not exactly,” said the Houndoom, looking embarrassed. “You see, my trainer thinks I’m a bit wild and so he ties me up in the daytime. But he lets me run free at night.”
The Lycanroc backed a few more steps away from the Houndoom.
“Lycanroc, it’s a good deal,” said the Houndoom. “I get plenty of sleep during the day, and then I am free at night. I am my trainer's favorite and he feeds me very well.”
The Lycanroc turned and started to walk toward the forest.
“But wait, where are you going?” cried the Houndoom.
“Good night to you, poor Cousin,” said the Lycanroc. “You are welcome to your grand life — and your chains. As for me, I will keep my freedom.”
Moral of the story: There is nothing worth so much as liberty.