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FernLucario (guest): Yeah, you should be careful what you wish for. But you did get what you wanted.

Here is the sixth chapter of Camp Eevee. This chapter covers the first morning of activities, and I think it's really amusing. I'd like to thank everybody who has read the last five chapters of this, and anyone else who thinks that this was a good idea.

Cricket Pokemon were chirping, Water types were swimming in the lake, and the sun was rising over Camp Eevee. Eventually, said sun cleared the forests on the far side of said lake, beginning to shine over said camp. The water of the lake was shining in the early morning sunlight, beautiful golden sparkles extending to the edge of said lake.

The lake was rippling lightly, but not too much. Some of the campers would be boating on it today, so they had to hope that it wasn't too rough to do so.

And, in one cabin full of eight rowdy teenage Eeveelutions, the prank to end all pranks had just occurred. However, many of the campers were not aware of it. They were still sleeping, and those campers who had slept through Liam's shower had no idea that the hand in a bowl of warm water prank had been played on him. Ethan, sleeping peacefully on his cot, was praying that this remained the case.

"All right! Lights on!" announced Lucas the Lucario, ringing a cowbell that was in the cabin.

The campers all stirred groggily. They didn't appear to be too happy at being woken up at 7:30 in the morning, but they had no choice but to get out of bed. That was just the way things were.

"Time to go to breakfast in thirty minutes" said Blake. "Zora will be waiting for us there, so you all had better get dressed and brush your teeth".

The campers didn't need to be told twice. Those who had been here before knew that breakfast on the first morning of Camp Eevee was always pancakes. And nobody wanted to miss out on pancakes.

Almost immediately, there was a frenzy for the bathroom. Everyone changed into their day clothes (for some of them it was a forest green Camp Eevee T-shirt), and brushed their teeth. By the time 7:57 rolled around, all eight of them were ready to head down to breakfast.

"All right! Let's go!" Daniel announced to the cabin at large. "Who's ready for pancakes?"

Like a injection of caffeine into their veins, this was enough to get all of them moving. There wasn't a single member of Cabin Five who wanted to miss out on the succulent breakfast food, and it showed, since there was an enormous wave of campers, they could tell, heading down the hill towards the dining hall. Clearly, everybody else was just as excited about pancakes as the boys of Cabin 5.

Blake led them out of the cabin and towards the central green. After passing the "bridge" of sorts, they were now in front of the dining hall.

Sammy couldn't help but be amazed at the way the weak mountain sunlight shone on his fur. There was, he decided, little that was more amazing than this. He could get used to it; he was determined to milk these three weeks for all they were worth.

The Sylveon looked over at Liam. If the Leafeon was at all embarrassed by what had happened last night, he was evidently doing his best not to show it. This was something that Sammy could find admirable.

Ulysses, meanwhile, was staring at the lake as the sun climbed over it. He saw that there was a slide that led from there into the water. A giant, inflatable slide, floating on the lake. The slide featured a ladder that was probably seven or eight feet tall.

I can't wait to go on that, he thought.

Just then, a Zoroark (not Zora; this one was clearly male) came over to the porch and rang the breakfast bell.

One of his campers, a small Zorua who was probably about ten years old, announced, "Good morning, Camp Eevee! For breakfast we have pancakes, for lunch we have vegetable wraps, and for dinner we have tacos!"

At that announcement, there was a lot of cheering. The campers loved pancakes, but they loved tacos even more.

There was an immediate rush to get to the tables. Cabin Five made their way to their table on the left side of the porch, and they started serving themselves.

"How do they know what is for each meal?" Ulysses asked. He was genuinely curious as to this.

"They order all the food in advance" Zora explained. "They already have everything planned out, so if you want to put something in the suggestion box, it shouldn't be anything about food, because then it just plain won't happen. Understand?"

"It's all planned out already?" Ulysses asked.

"Yep" the Zoroark counselor replied.

Ethan, meanwhile, was deep in thought as he was eating his pancakes. So deep in thought, in fact, that he didn't notice he'd taken the last one.

"You kill it, you fill it" Liam said.

The Espeon nodded and finished the bite he was currently eating before he went back to refill the pancakes. As he stood in line, he started thinking about what he had done.

He didn't feel guilty for making the Leafeon wet the bed. No, that wasn't the right way to put it. He really hoped that he didn't get caught, because he didn't want to get in trouble, and that would really ruin his summer.

Liam didn't appear to be letting the events of the previous night bother him. Even though Ethan had stayed up quite late that night pulling the prank, he was not aware, on the second morning at camp, that Sammy and Liam had talked outside that night. Had he been, he no doubt would have been far more worried.

As Ethan returned to the table, he saw that Grant and Vincent were in a conversation about battling. While returning to the pancake he'd been eating, the Espeon listened to the Glaceon and Vaporeon discussing various techniques. Eventually, however, something that Vincent said caught Ethan's ear.

"My older brother, Victor...he's a professional battler, with a net worth of millions of dollars. If I had access to the Internet right now, I would be able to look it up, because he's quite a famous name, has his own Pokepedia page and everything".

Sweet, Ulysses thought. I wish I had a rich family.

It must be said that this was quite a small table for twelve Pokemon to sit at, so it really wasn't surprising that the Umbreon was able to listen to everything that was being said.

"How old is Victor, again?" Grant asked the Vaporeon. "I feel like you might have told me one time, and I forgot".

"It's fine; he's 22" Vincent replied. "And yeah, like I said, he's pretty famous. You should see my house in Johto...it's quite fancy".

"Can we stop talking about this, please?" Freddie asked. "Every time you bring up how rich your brother is...it makes me feel a little jealous. I know, my family's not rich, but yours is, and it's just a little frustrating for me".

"He's right" Daniel replied. "Really, you guys shouldn't talk too much about money. We all come from different backgrounds, and we should try to be sensitive to that, understood?"

Grant, Vincent, and Freddie nodded. After that, the conversation shifted to other things that weren't quite so interesting that I should include them here.

After breakfast had ended, the campers were escorted back to their cabins for morning chores. Sammy was already dreading the thought of having to sweep the floor, or clean the bathroom floor, or take out the trash. He'd never had to do those things at home growing up, but he knew he'd have to learn fast here.

"All right" Zora said. "You're all going to have to chip in in some manner, so here's what you have to do. Sammy, you've got to take the towels off the rack outside, Ulysses has to take out the trash, Grant and Liam have to clean the bathroom, and Ulysses, Ethan, and Vincent have to sweep the floor of the cabin".

"What about me?" Freddie asked quickly. "What about me?"

"You have a day off from chores" the Zoroark counselor told the Flareon. "If you wish, you may help with whatever you like".

Of course, that was mostly said as a joke. There was no way that any of the campers would do these chores willingly, but this wasn't a case where they had a choice. They were forced to do these chores, and they hated them.

Sammy's job wasn't that hard. All he had to do was go to the towel rack on the side of the cabin, collect the wet towels, which had name tags on them, and return them to their owners. Even better was the fact that he didn't really have to do anything that day, reason being that there weren't any wet towels.

Essentially, Sammy had gotten a day off.

The other campers sweated as the day quickly heated up. According to the forecast, AKA what Arceus had decided it would be, it was going to be a high of 91 degrees and sunny. Ethan in particular was sweating bullets, but it wasn't just from the heat.

You see, Ethan was getting more and more worried that someone was going to find out about the prank he had pulled. And if that were to be the case, the consequences would be severe.

"All right" said Blake at 9:12. "You guys are done with your chores. It's about to be time for our first activity, which is Archery today. You looking forward to that?"

The boys all nodded, particularly Ulysses. When he'd been lying on his bed in the apartment his family lived in in downtown Cerulean City, and his mother had come and told him that he was going to get to go to Camp Eevee, archery had been one of the things he had been most excited about. Now, hearing that it was his first activity...he was even more excited.

The archery range was located at the top of a hill behind the cabins. The amphitheater was not too far away, close enough to be visible. From this vantage point, in fact, the majority of the camp could be seen. The jumping pillow, soccer field, baseball field, and battling courts, as well as the ropes course and many of the cabins, were all visible.

"This is beautiful" Ulysses said as the group crested the hill. At the top, there was a Durant waiting for them.

This wasn't a normal-sized, foot-tall Durant, oh no. This Durant was a good four feet tall, meaning that, if the body proportions were the same as an ordinary Pokemon of that species, he weighed about 292 pounds. He was holding a bow and arrow.

"Welcome to Archery!" the Durant said. "My name is Coach Carroll, and I'm the archery instructor here at Camp Eevee. Those who have been here before already know me, but, for those who are new here, I am also a counselor for Cabin Three. Have all of you shot a bow and arrow before?"

Everyone present except for Sammy and Ulysses raised their hands, at which Coach Carroll responded with, "All right. So most of you already know how this is going to work. When you grab an arrow, it is very important to have the colored portion facing the ground. Otherwise, it will not fly towards the target; rather, it may backfire, and that is one thing you do not want to happen".

Ulysses raised a paw. "Yes?" Coach Carroll responded.

"Has any camper ever accidentally shot themselves with a bow and arrow? I imagine that it can't be pleasant, but did it ever happen".

The Durant grimaced. "Yeah, it happened once. To a little Riolu named Orkun".

"What happened to him after that?"

"Well, he just needed to get it patched up" replied Coach Carroll. "They can do stitches at the infirmary here, but I'd prefer nobody needed them.

"Anyway, you guys are going to go in two heats, since we only have four targets available. How it's going to work is, you walk up to the line and fire your arrows at the target. Once that's been done, you wait until everybody has finished shooting. When I blow my whistle, you will collect your arrows and leave them on the ground next to the bow, so that the next camper can do it. Does everybody understand me?"

After all eight campers signalled that they did indeed understand Carroll's instructions, he moved to the side to permit Ethan, Freddie, Grant, and Jason to begin shooting.

"When I say go, you shoot. I'll count down until it's okay for you to do so".

FIVE.

Jason was feeling pretty confident. Since he'd been here before, he was fairly experienced with a bow and arrow. He was no Caterpie Everdeen, but he was convinced that he'd be able to at least hit the target with a few of his arrows (he only had four).

FOUR.

Freddie was quite jittery. Yeah, he'd done this before, but he hadn't done very well at it. The first time, he'd been told the tale of how Orkun the Riolu had accidentally impaled himself with an arrow and needed stitches, and...let's just say that it had triggered his ADHD more than usual. Now, he was even more hyper, because he'd had two cups of coffee with breakfast (Yes, it was offered at the camp).

THREE.

Grant eyed the target, white Glaceon eyes shining with a vengeance. He never missed the target. And, today, he wasn't going to miss either. He eyed the target like a judge sentencing a person who had committed a heinous crime.

TWO.

Ethan still had nerves left over from last night, but he wasn't going to let those get in the way of his hitting the target, no siree. He was going to get a bull's-eye.

ONE.

All four boys, with murderous expressions on their faces, scanned the target ten yards away. All of them were going to fire an arrow in just a second. And, just like that hit song by Jacob Sandshrew, it was going to be a hit or miss.

ZERO.

All four boys released their arrows. As expected, some of them hit the target, while some of them did not.

Grant's arrow embedded itself into the yellow circle in the center of the target. Freddie's had dug itself into the ground halfway between the Flareon and the target he had been aiming for. Jason's made it into the red. And Ethan's…

Ethan had aimed for the center of the target, but he hadn't pulled the bow back far enough. As a result, the arrow hit the ground, but then it did the inexplicable.

It began flipping in midair and landed in the black zone of the target, which was the second closest to the edge of the target. (The target, circular in shape, had five rings; the yellow circle in the center, followed by red, blue, black, and white, in that order).

"That was...quite a shot, Ethan" Liam said from the sidelines. He seemed a bit more..cautious than normal when he was speaking, and Ethan was once again reminded of the prank he had pulled. Was there any way that Liam knew that the Espeon was the culprit for the embarrassing prank?

"Thanks" Ethan replied, a little defensively. He, Jason, Freddie, and Grant went to go and collect their arrows.

After that, the campers sat down next to their water bottles and allowed the other four to do the same thing they had just done. As it would turn out, Vincent and Liam were proficient archers, while Sammy and Ulysses...were not. It took a while for all of them to be done, but, once they had all finished shooting, they went and collected their arrows just like the previous group.

And they kept taking turns like that as the day grew hotter and hotter. All of the campers were wondering how things could possibly be this hot, when they were at such a high elevation. Then again, this summer, things just didn't appear to be the same weather-wise.

It wasn't like it mattered, though. All that mattered was that all of the boys stayed well hydrated, particularly Grant. It was always vital that Glaceons kept cool in the summer, but it must have been absolutely sweltering in the place where Grant lived during the year. Perhaps it was a good thing, in this respect, that he was spending one of the hottest parts of the year away from home.

"All right!" Coach Carroll said eventually. "This activity is just about over, so you should head back to your cabins to get ready".

Blake nodded. "Yep, it's time to get ready for swimming, so let's go back to the cabin. Put your bathing suits on, it's time to cool off".

When Sammy had been told that they would get to go swimming, he was picturing getting to jump in the lake. That was what he'd been looking forward to.

He'd gotten his bathing suit on in the cabin and then headed down to the picnic table to wait for Daniel and Blake, who would take them to the swimming area. (Zora had to go and teach art, while Lucas was covering the ropes course). It amazed Sammy just how coordinated everything was here; they really planned each day meticulously.

"Are we going to the lake or the pool today?" Grant asked Blake. That struck Sammy; he was expecting that they'd get to go to the lake, since the pool was so small and lame. Besides, he'd known how to swim forever, and so, he assumed, did everyone else.

"Pool" the Blaziken replied. All eight boys sighed at that. Vincent even dropped his towel in disappointment, but he was luckily able to pick it up before it hit the ground.

"Why are we going to the pool?" he asked, once he had recovered his towel. "I've been here for two summers before this, and I'm used to swimming int the lake. We all know that I'm capable of swimming in the lake!"

"Well, we have to make sure of that every year" said Daniel. "In any case, here we are".

The Dragonite opened the gate into the pool area, which stood in stark contrast to the rest of the camp. While everything else was grass, dirt, or gravel, the area around the pool was all concrete, with a few wooden steps on which towels and water bottles could be placed.

"All right, class" said the lifeguard, a Buizel. "My name is Daniel Whitacre, and I'm the swimming instructor here. Or, one of them, anyway. Everybody, get in the pool".

If Sammy had been disappointed before that he hadn't gotten to go into the lake for his first swimming session at Camp Eevee, he was absolutely heartbroken now. The pool was as warm as soup, or so it seemed to him. Also, even in the deep end, it was only five feet deep; he could stand on his hind legs if he wanted to. Which he didn't, but still.

Cabin Five had swimming lessons with another cabin, Cabin Seven. This cabin appeared to consist of Vulpix and Growlithe, and it was a girl's cabin as well. They had already been where when the boys of Cabin 5 had arrived, and they already appeared to be ready for swimming. Just like Sammy and Grant, they all looked absolutely devastated at the news that they would be staying in the pool today.

"Show me your best front crawl" Whitacre said. "I want to see what level you guys are at in terms of that".

Ulysses had been swimming before, but he wasn't the best at it. As a result, he wasn't very confident in his ability to do the front crawl. He started swimming, but he always felt like he was going to crash into someone else. This pool really was too small to do much serious practice.

After all the boys of Cabin 5 and all the girls of Cabin 7 reached the left edge of the pool once again, they were told to do the same thing again.

There were a few more strokes that they had been told to do, such as breaststroke and butterfly. At the end of the lesson, they were all dismissed to pick up their water bottles and towels and head back to their cabins.

Ulysses took a big swig of water. Swimming always made his mouth feel dry, which was rather ironic, since he was literally surrounded by water whenever he did swim.

Just as soon as he was done with his swig, he felt someone tap him on the back. He wasn't one for physical contact, so he leaned away from whoever it was who had done that. He turned around to find that it wasn't anybody from Cabin 5.

It was a Vulpix, dripping wet. It must have been one of the girls from Cabin 7. She was looking at the Umbreon nervously, appearing as though she wanted to ask him something.

"What's your name?" she asked him.

"U-Ulysses" the Umbreon replied.

"I'm Anna" the Vulpix said. "And...there's something I want to tell you".

"What is it? Ulysses asked. He was nervous - there were twenty or so Pokemon within earshot who would hear every word spoken between them.

"I...think you're kind of hot".

Ah! The sparks are starting to fly. This is going to be good, I can tell.

For the record, I love pancakes, as I love all doughy foods, but I hate tacos. Granted, I don't live in the part of the country with the best tacos.

In any case, I'll see you guys next time!