(This is whole story is told by eevee)
      I was NOT happy.  My fur was poofy as a Pom-Pom.  Baths are NOT fun when you're an Eevee.  My poofyness was pouffier than a Pom-Pom.  Eevees are really good at making alliterations.  I don't know why.  Anyway, I felt like yelling at my trainer.  Except, people don't understand Pokémon.  It really SUCKS!  But at least I look bootiful.  My English is weally bad sooooo donut criticize me.  (This is so no one can correct my English!). My bath was soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy and soapy.  That was a lot of soapies.  Eevee out!

A/N
This is about Eevee and I won't write this story very much.  This is a story I decided to write because I am board.  Because I felt like it.  Also, eevees have low patience so eevee might randomly say Eevee out.  This only happens at the end of the chapter btw.  Enjoy.