You see a rather large Weedle slowly inching along the ground, clearly it had not yet noticed you. "Perfect." You thought, by the time he realized you were there, it'd be too late. You reach out your talons and grasp the startled worm tightly. Landing with a small thud, you pin the Weedle to the ground, and grab its head in your beak, loosening up on its body. It tasted great, and soon you slurped up its entire body like a fat noodle, enjoying the feeling of it wriggling around in your crop, awaiting inevitable digestion. Suddenly, you here a very loud buzzing heading your way, a swarm of Beedrills was approaching.
