Kyle took a quick look for the second or third time to his bedroom door to reaffirm, again, that it was fully closed. Satisfied for now, his wide-eyed gaze turned back to what he had on his computer screen. Slow and patient, the corners of the ekans's scaled lips slid over the dead rattata's shoulders, leaving only the rodent's head and arms resting in the serpent's maw. The rat pokemon's expressionless face kept sinking backwards into the glistening pink flesh of the snake's throat, its arms reaching out but not able to hang on.

	This was the best part as far as Kyle was concerned. When the prey's front legs were squished together in the snake's jaws, the unmoving purple rat's last defense against getting swallowed failing it. The ekans reared up, its stretched jaws spreading one last time to engulf the rat pokemon and accept him down the dark chute of its throat.

	On the video the bulge in the ekans's body dipped slowly, while in the real world Kyle's fist moved faster. He was getting close but holding off, timing his climax for just the right moment when the prey's bulge could sink freely, every bit of the rattata's form sliding in beyond closed lips and down the snake pokemon's esophagus.

	The "Gulp".

	Kyle was huffing and on the verge of release when the screen went suddenly black. His heart froze and he sucked a sharp gasp, forcing himself in a panic to keep from cumming with every fiber of will he could manage. His first reaction was to flail and cram his hard plaything back into his jeans and cover the open fly with his shirt to hide the evidence. His startled eyes went immediately to the door, his flushed face doing its best to look nonchalant despite how close he had been when he was interrupted.

	But the door wasn't open, and no one could be heard outside it. The teen wasn't caught in the act, as he initially feared. His fear diminishing and anger rising, the teen boy tried shaking his computer mouse to see if somehow the screen went to sleep. No, that wasn't it. The computer itself was completely shut off, and so was the monitor.

	Pressing the power button did nothing, and the desk lamp didn't work either when he tried flicking its switch. The power was fully out, and it had chosen the perfectly wrong moment.

	His erection throbbed with rightful indignation at being so swiftly denied, the power outage leaving Kyle with no way to satisfy his need but for his imagination of how the video would have come to its end. Biting his lower lip, he released his standing member from his clothes again and took hold of it. Finishing without actually having the images of the snake swallowing its meal in front of him wasn't the most ideal scenario, but Kyle's teenage hormones had gotten him through worse before. He could tough this one out. He was already so close...

	"Kyle!" his mom's voice called from downstairs. "Kyle, the power's out!"

	No words could convey the boy's rage.

	He tried not answering, hoping the self-evidence of the situation would placate his mom from bothering him further. Holding his breath, listening with perked ears, his hand slowed to a teasing crawl going up and down his length, Kyle waited.

	"Kyle, did you hear me? The power went out!"

	The voice was getting closer. The boy tucked himself away with the deepest of sighs, a secret promise being told to the disappointed malehood that he would get back to it at the first available opportunity.

	Now the bedroom door opened. "The AC's off," his mother continued, already waving a hand-fan to breeze herself. "Looks like it's the whole neighborhood."

	"Thanks Mom," the boy said with as little angst and resentment as he could. "I noticed."

	Of course she left the door wide open when she walked on. Of course she did. Why wouldn't she? Kyle groaned through gritted teeth, getting to his feet and adjusting himself for a moment so his boner wouldn't show through his jeans.

	No matter how long they waited the power didn't come back. No matter how intently the boy stared at the air conditioner, longing for it to spring back to chilly-breathed life, the machine in the wall just sat there as powerless as his computer had been. Just as bad as Kyle not being able to finish his needed business, the temperature in the house was rising higher by the minute. Before long not even the breeze from all the windows being opened could fight the oppressive summer heat.

	"I'm going for a walk," Kyle said at last, tired of having nothing to do but sweat.

	He stood and made for the door but his mom didn't miss a beat. "Take Mikey with you," she said impassively. It was the flat tone that was meant as a command, not a negotiation.

	"I'm going in the woods-"

	"Take him," Kyle's mom said, now more firmly. "It's too hot for him in here without the air conditioning.

	Kyle glanced over at his little accident of a brother. A full thirteen years separated the two siblings, and for three years now Kyle wasn't allowed to forget about it for a second.

	Mikey was oblivious to his big brother's scowl. He held his arms out fully in Kyle's direction, his hands raised with fingers spread wide looking like pudgy little staryu. He made the motion of closing his hands with all five fingertips touching together a few times, it being his gesture of wanting something.

	The boys' mom smirked victoriously. She turned her head to face the fan she was waving, it being -her- gesture that the discussion was over.

	Through the early part of his walk into the forest behind their house, Kyle alternated between carrying his three year old brother at his hip and letting the overgrown toddler slowly walk behind him. He was frustrated either way- by having to hold the boy's weight or by having to dawdle and slow-walk along at Mikey's pace. Like him or not, Kyle knew the deep shit he'd be in if he did something as stupid as losing his brother in the woods.

	At least the air off the lake here was cooler than indoors had been. Kyle gazed out over the body of water to the treeline at the far side. It reminded him of something out of an episode of "The Joy of Painting". It was why he liked to come out here to these secluded trails. It gave the boy the peace and solitude that's invaluable to any teen suffocated by school and family.

	Mikey burbled something unintelligible. Kyle sighed nice and loud and started walking again, his eyes leaving the lake and returning to the path along its bank.

	It was then that he saw a shade of rich blue down at the lake's edge that didn't fit in with the more subdued hues of the water. One look and Kyle immediately knew what he was seeing: a cramorant! Real and in the flesh, there in front of him and not just on a computer screen.

	The boy froze in place instantly, but the attempt to hide himself wasn't needed. The nearly three foot tall bird was sound asleep, its long beak rested down over its chest, its eyes closed to the world.

	Without explaining anything to Mikey Kyle crouched behind some bushes to stare out at the sleeping bird. What fantastic luck this was! Maybe the power going out and even needing to take Mikey along hadn't been such a bad thing after all, if it meant he could catch a glimpse of his favorite pokemon in real life like this! Bouncing slightly on his toes, Kyle dared to hope he could watch the cramorant eat a fish right in front of him. He had only seen it happen before (many, many times)on his computer screen.

	Kyle waited nearly holding his breath, but the bird of course wasn't eating. It was sleeping. And that didn't appear like it was going to change any time soon. Laughing to himself about not having a pokeflute to wake the thing up with, Kyle settled for a small pebble he picked up from the trail.

	He gave a well aimed throw across the thirty feet that separated them, the pebble actually hitting the flying/water type in the wing, but the bonk wasn't enough to rouse the pokemon from its sleep. Barely fluttering its feathers, the bird didn't even open its eyes.

	It was no secret, even to someone like Kyle who wasn't a pokemon trainer, that cramorants weren't very... intelligent... But the lack of perception the bird displayed as it was pelted with a second, third, and fourth pebble astounded the teen. One of the little rocks had even been a direct hit off the top of the bird's head, but still it slumbered.

	By now Mikey had caught on that Kyle was doing something interesting over at the edge of the trail. The toddler toddled over merrily, just about crashing into the bush his big brother had crouching behind.

	Kyle was about to harshly shush the preschooler, but before he got the sound out an idea came to him. Their mom had dressed the young boy up in his favorite pikachu shirt before sending him out, the outfit complete with a hood that sported the famous electric type's pointed ears on top. Mikey would always love running around the house in that bright yellow shirt, the hood pulled up, his little hands leading his charge through the halls as the boy yelled "Pika pika! Zap zap!"

	Kyle had seen plenty of videos of cramorants trying to force down a live pikachu. Some lucky birds even managed the feat, though Kyle knew better than most just how rare that was. Being the connoisseur he was, the teen was confident he had every existing video of the event already stored on his PC and backed up on his external hard drive.

	Mikey was certainly bigger than any pikachu, but the idea was still there in his older brother's head. Kyle's erection was already returning, urgent and excited over the mere thought of the annoying little runt being held in a cramorant's beak. The pikachu outfit he wore was really icing on top.

	"Look, Mikey. A bird," Kyle whispered, parting open the bush at the younger boy's eyeline. "You should go try and pet it."

	His breath held even as he spoke the words. What he was planning would get him in a world of trouble if the little runt actually did it and then spilled the beans to their parents, but... Somehow the repercussions of what Kyle wanted to see seemed unimportant and distant to him now. He -needed-, he -craved- to see the bird trying unsuccessfully to eat Mikey in his pikachu suit. All the risk in the world seemed worth it for this opportunity.

	Mikey shrank back, looking afraid to see the pokemon. "I'll get you ice cream after this," Kyle whispered quickly, his eyes wide as he feared his chance slipping. "Hurry out there and pet him! He's friendly!"

	The promise of ice cream lit the boy's face up and sent him running, his little arms held out sideways for balance as his stubby legs rushed him out through the bush. Kyle only just had time to put his sibling's hood up, its pikachu ears standing tall like an antique TV antenna.

	Kyle didn't move. His heart pounded his chest with a mix of lust and trepidation. He WANTED to see his brother get snatched up in the cramorant's beak. He WANTED to see the bird try its best to swallow his pikachu-dressed brother whole. He knew he would need to tell his parents some story of how Mikey got some scrapes and scratches, but that would be a problem for later.

	Mikey raced right up to the pokemon but he seemed to instantly lose his will as he stood directly in the yard-tall bird's shadow. He was looking -up- at the thing, after all, now that he was so close to it.

	"Pet him," Kyle whisper-shouted from the bush. "Ice cream!"

	The three year old turned again for the sleeping pokemon. His little staryu-hand with its wide fingers reached up...

	Mikey got to pet the cramorant's beak for a few strokes before it woke up. Shaking its head and clearing its eyes, the pokemon looked down at what was touching it.

	Mikey smiled a wide open smile at the big birdy.

	Kyle shivered without breath in his lungs.

	The cramorant blinked dumbly, staring for a moment before swinging its beak and sending Mikey toppling hard to the grass.

	Each boy cringed for their own reason; Mikey for getting floored by the supposedly friendly pokemon, and Kyle as he quickly looked around himself to ensure that no one else was around. Thankfully they were deep enough in the woods that no one would likely even be in earshot if the toddler started crying.

	Even still, Kyle ducked just a little deeper into his hiding place.

	The bird marched forward, its wings spreading wide in a display of dominance. Its long yellow beak opened and darted for the fallen boy in his pikachu costume.

	It grabbed Mikey around he waist and pinned him to the ground, holding the boy tight between the two rigid tongs. Kyle couldn't believe it was really happening. He couldn't believe he was really seeing it happen in real life.

	His fingers trembled hard, but not enough to keep him from 
rubbing over the stiff bulge in the front of his jeans. Kyle's wide open eyes couldn't leave the scene before him.

	The three year old didn't cry at first. He seemed too stunned to use his main defense mechanism. Instead he squirmed face-down on the ground, the bird holding him in place securely. Mikey's arms and legs waved like he were making a snow angel, but his limbs could do little else but brush the grass.

	The cramorant lifted Mikey entirely, almost effortlessly, holding the boy up in the air perpendicular to its long beak. With his eared-hood still on, Mikey really almost looked like a big pikachu from Kyle's distance thirty feet away. The teen grinned, thrilled to know that the "pokemon" in the water type's beak was his own little brother.

	Without further warning the cramorant shook its head violently, whipping Mikey back and forth at a blur. It let go of its hold, sending the boy flying through the air. Mikey landed hard, by chance being thrown right in Kyle's direction.

	Now the crying began, and it came with the fury of a storm. Kyle tensed up hard, his mind already working on excuses to tell his parents for when they got home. Mikey tripped and fell down a bank. Mikey jumped from a rock. Mikey did this or that, all self-inflicted stunts a three year old that doesn't know any better would do. Nothing at all, no mention at all, of what really happened, or the presence of a pokemon.

	The teen in the bush made to rise up and go out to his sibling, but the cramorant was much faster. The bird flapped over in a single bound after its big prey, its beak again clapping shut over what it might well have thought was a pikachu. This time instead of grabbing Mikey sideways, the pokemon's beak went straight down over the boy.

	Kyle choked at the sight, his legs going weak. Nearly reduced to standing on his hands and knees in the bush, the boy hurriedly lowered his pants zipper and let his eager teenage meat spring free. All thoughts of rescuing his brother were put on immediate hold from the sight of the boy being taken head-first into the wild creature's mouth.

	Again Mikey's arms flailed like he were making snow angels, though this time they waved in open air on either side of the bird's beak. The crying sounded fainter, the young boy's screams somewhat muffled in the very back of the bird's mouth.

	The cramorant looked straight up, Mikey going perfectly upside down. Its beak snapped once, twice around the three year old, the pokemon's head jerking with each "bite" as it tried swallowing its huge meal whole. Mikey's head was deep into the bird's gullet, but his arms were still safely outside of the beak, the rest of his body clearly too big to be taken down. Kyle shook violently all down his own body, his hand working quickly under himself. He couldn't believe he was really seeing this!

	Mikey was lowered when the stereotypically dumb bird understood that its meal wasn't going down the hatch as it wanted. It stood there, holding the young boy without a pressing hurry to is movements. Even as slow as cramorants could be, it was easy to see that the bird understood enough to know that its prey wasn't getting away.

	Kyle could see the pokemon's small black tongue flicking around against the stark yellow of Mikey's shirt. Was it... tasting him? Kyle kept pumping his hand as he watched, but he got the dread sense that the bird might understand that what it had in its beak wasn't a pikachu, and what it was licking over wasn't real fur.

	Maybe it didn't care. It kept Mikey held, the boy's soft whimpers almost fully muted from his head still being so deep into the flying type's gullet. For a moment Kyle wondered just how much his brother could actually see. Would it be perfectly dark in there, the cramorant's natural black internal coloring resisting what little light that could find its way in, or could the little brat actually see down the chute of the bird's throat? Kyle shivered, hoping desperately that Mikey really could take a good view down the beautiful abyss. He would have to ask his toddler brother all about it later, because he wanted to know -every- detail to the full extent that he would be able to get from the three year old.

	The cramorant planted Mikey's feet down to the ground and pushed. All other thought vanished from Kyle's mind as he watched the bird's cheeks stretch, trying desperately to enfold over the "pikachu's" shoulders. The real pokemon weaved back and forth and kept shoving a steady force downward over Mikey, but it just wasn't working. Its beak seemed too narrow to accept the broad obstruction any deeper.

	Both it and Kyle were disappointed, but the boy's erection didn't show it. His hand was moving faster and faster, his eyes glued to the scene to record it like a camera.

	Once again and without warning the cramorant whipped its head back and forth to shake its prey, and again Mikey was tossed away to crash land into some saplings.

	Kyle did his best to reason that the fall wasn't -that- bad. It couldn't have hurt -that- much. He knew from the shrill sharpness of the boy's cries that that wasn't true, but right now the teen couldn't bring himself to stop what was happening. He needed to see Mikey held in the pokemon's beak just one more time. He needed to see his little brother close to being swallowed alive one more time so he could finish what he had started before the power had gone out in the house.

	The toddler's whole head and down his shoulders were covered in cramorant drool, much more than even Kyle would have thought there'd be. Still, the boy was able to find sight of his older brother even through the saliva and the tears. "Kyle!" he shrieked, reaching out from lying prone. "Kyle!"

	His call for help was as simple as his panicked three year old brain could allow. Each yelp of his name made Kyle shrink a little lower in his hiding place, his moving hand unseen by the boy. "I'm coming Mikey..." he whisper-called. "I'm coming..."

	He didn't move from the spot, but he rustled the bush around like he were moving through it.

	Not caring about the conversation happening, the cramorant tilted its head to stare down at its intended meal, possibly working out in its little birdy brain the best means of attack. It decided on a peck, its head diving down sharply at Mikey to poke and prod the pikachu-dressed boy. Mikey squealed with each hard stab of the beak, rolling in place and trying to fend off the big blue bird.

	Kyle was cringing again. "C'mon," he murmured desperately, his hand still stroking up and down his throbbing shaft to keep it worked up to its fullest. "Please, just hold him in your beak one more time and try to swallow him again."

	The bird bent low and scooped his struggling prey up. Kyle let out a sigh of relief, seeing Mikey's legs both go together deep into the bird's maw, his short body lodged again in the middle of the beak. Mikey was belly-down against the pokemon's tongue, which allowed him to perfectly look out at his brother in the bush.

	One hard gulp sent Mikey stuffing in all the way to his hips. The boy's waist wedged in place at the bird's deep lips, his legs fully down the bird's throat. Kyle could see their bulges kicking in the feathered neck as the cramorant leaned its head back.

	Kyle had never seen anything hotter in his life.

	He felt his finish coming on fast. 'Alright,' he said to himself, thinking quickly in his frantic rush. 'Finish this, run out and grab Mikey, scare off the cramorant, then come up with something to tell Mom and Dad...'

	The final part of his plan was especially hazy and indistinct, but that didn't matter at this point. That was a future problem. Right now Kyle was having the greatest day of his life.

	Mikey was lifted up straight and tall, the cramorant gobbling with jerking forward motions to try and work down its prey. The boy's hips stayed lodged tight, not sinking any further down the pokemon's opened throat. Seeing that it wasn't making progress in its meal, the bird lowered its head but kept Mikey held where he was in its beak.

	"Almost there," Kyle huffed, his chest tight and his member hard. "This is incredible..."

	He felt his peak coming, but Kyle held it just for when the cramorant would lean its head back one more time. The gobbling motion it made with Mikey in its beak was too sexy to not finish on. Kyle just needed to see it happen one more time...

	The bird pokemon waved its prey back and forth, much slower than the whipping motion from before. It didn't toss Mikey away this time, much to Kyle's relief. It was going to try again! It seemed happy with the position of its prey, like it thought it could actually get it to work this way.

	The cramorant lunged forward, its beak spreading wide above and below Mikey's trapped form. It was almost like it was showing it to Kyle personally, the bird's direction impeccably pointed right to its prey's big brother. The teen went wide-eyed and especially silent, his breath caught and forgotten while his cock was worked furiously.

	The narrow black wedge shapes of the cramorant's open beak closed again around the boy caught in the middle, and again the pokemon leaned its head all the way back. It jerked straight up, lancing its beak skyward to work its oversized food down, Mikey's arms flailing wildly and his feet kicking visibly in the bird's neck. Over and over the cramorant thrust its head, its beak opening and closing as much as it could with such an obstruction blocking it full.

	Kyle winced, his teeth grit and his load ready to release. This was just too good! Not even the little brat's whines and cries could temper the mood now. Kyle felt his victory coming, and he knew already that he would remember every minute detail of what he was seeing for the rest of his life.

	Something slipped. The cramorant got something to work just right, or Mikey himself struggled just wrong. His hips, which had been slammed tight in the bird's mouth and too wide to let him be swallowed any deeper, suddenly shot downwards into the flying type's gullet. In an instant Mikey went from having his waist stuck at the back of the bird's lips to having his belly loosely fit in the space, then just as quickly his chest slid down and in.

	The sudden drop was like a bolt of lightning to Kyle. He came harder than ever, the shot literally surprised out of him a few hard seconds before he was ready for his climax to start. It felt like he just burst, his cock spewing in shock at what had happened.

	But surely the cramorant wouldn't be able to actually swallow Mikey, even if he had amazingly gulped down the toddler's hips and up to his armpits. Surely he couldn't!

	Kyle urgently prayed that it could, his mind clouded and panicked and stricken from the bewilderment of the impossible happening before his eyes.

	Mikey's wet eyes locked with Kyle's, his little staryu-hands making their gesture of closing with all five fingertips touching together, his weak cry of "Kyle," the lone sound at the edge of the lake. Then, with the next jiggle and dart of the cramorant's head, Mikey's shoulders slipped out of sight into the bird's throat.

	Just like the rattata's Kyle had watched earlier on his computer, the teenager remembered with a snap of a flashback.

	The bulge Mikey made in the bird pokemon's blue neck sank quickly, his feet no longer kicking so deep inside from how held tight they were. Only the three year old's hands and face could be seen by his brother, the young boy's hood flipped up and partially covering his eyes. As he slipped further back the ears on top of his hood almost made him look like a real pikachu.

	The beak closed fully, cutting off the high pitched cry within. The cramorant made a determined swallow, forcing the huge bulge right down its long throat and neck. In an instant Mikey was gone, swallowed alive before Kyle even had time to stop cumming into the bush he had hiding in.

	Kyle's heart froze, his jaw fallen, and for the first time even his hand stilled. He watched the bird fluff up all over its body, its blue feathers rising and making it look much larger than it really was. For just a heartbeat Kyle thought the bird might be about to throw up, its meal too big for its stomach to take, but no... The cramorant shook itself out, settling down its feathers after its big meal just as it was settling down the new big lump filling its belly.

	In the silence that followed Kyle could hear his brother still. The crying was nothing but wordless shrieks now, but he distinctly heard it from within the pokemon. "Holy shit... Holy shit, holy shit, HOLY SHIT!"

	Kyle had never seen a video or news story of a cramorant getting something so big down before, and here he had witnessed it live, and with all things it being his own brother! For a long moment the teenager stayed frozen, unsure if he should try to get Mikey back, or...

	As he thought the unthinkable the bird flapped its wings a couple awkward times, but was unable to gain any lift. Seeing it couldn't take to the air, the water/flying type simply turned and waddled away, heading off into the trees with its belly bulged and squirming.

	For how big Mikey was, Kyle was surprised at how small the belly-bulge he made in the bird was. It must be real tight in there... Real compacted... The teen grinned faintly, his erection still rock hard and giving an approving throb at the thought.

	He watched the bird go, it swaying slightly from the struggling weight rocking around in its belly. Kyle heard the cries of the pokemon's prey fading. His mouth dry, his mind raced at what story he was -now- going to tell to his parents.

	"I was taking a leak behind a tree," he said aloud in a whisper. "I just went to take a pee, I told Mikey to stay where he was on the path, but when I got back he was gone..."

	Just gone. He really was. The boy looked out to where he had last seen the cramorant, but he no longer had sight on the big blue bird. He couldn't hear Mikey anymore either.

	In reality the cramorant didn't go all that far from the scene. If Kyle had put the least bit of effort into tracking the bird he would have easily heard Mikey's voice wailing away. But since he didn't the cramorant was allowed to set itself down peacefully into the well of a big old tree, its wings fluttering as it relaxed down into place to digest its meal. It put its head down just as it had been before the bird was disturbed, its drowsiness returning warmly.

	The bird rocked slightly in place but didn't seem to mind. The bulge under its feathers kicked and fought, but the pokemon had been through worse before. Though big, his was now just a lunch like any other it had gotten down.

	Deep inside, Mikey's eyes took in no light. Worse, they took in stomach acid. Already they burned, the boy desperately rubbing them but only succeeding in wiping the sloshing soup he was trapped in with deeper into his vulnerable areas. The slop splashed into his mouth and nose, into his ears, and under and through every inch of his clothing.

	"Kyle!" he screamed, even as the bad taste went all the way into his mouth and choked him. "Kyyyyyle!"

	The pressure around him squeezed tighter without warning, dunking his head under the waterline during the height of one of his frantic yowls. The sound cut off with a drenched gurgle, Mikey swallowing a fair amount of the burning liquid down his own throat.

	Then, when he reflexively screamed about this new pain, the stomach acids filled his lungs with searing fire. Mikey had a hard burst of activity and struggle but he didn't last too much longer after that, his consciousness and noise slipping away as his body was rolled and churned by the cramorant's stomach.

	Silence returned to the woods, and the bird seemed to smile as it dozed. A gurgle rumbled for a moment, then ran up the bird's throat in the form of a pressure-releasing belch. Birds aren't normally known for their prodigious burps, but then again, they aren't normally known for swallowing live toddlers either.

	Hours passed peacefully, the pokemon's stomach doing its job as natural. It made the occasional groan and squish as what was inside was pushed around and rearranged, but it seemed happy with its task while the bird napped.

	Skin and muscle deteriorated off the bone. The acid broke down the meat of the young boy in darkness, aggressively stripping down the meal to its basic components.

	That night, just as the search parties were beginning their hunt, the cramorant awoke with a new need. It urgently waddled its way back from its hiding place over to the waterfront. It opened its beak wide just in time, a wet, crumpled wad coming barreling up its throat and flying out to the water.

	There was a clatter of mess that hit the water all at once, but after the splash only the top of the mass stayed over the surface. Inside a weathered yellow hood, its pikachu ears standing limp and covered in goo, a small skull peered with hollow eyes at the predator pokemon. It sank along with the other horked-up clothes and bones, dropping under the water with one last bubble to disturb the flat moonlit plane.

	Nothing was found of Mikey that night before the search was called off, but the parties were reassembled the next day to begin again. Kyle had purposefully led the groups away from the trails that he had actually taken before, but now the search was spreading out. The team he was in was going right for where the cramorant had eaten Mikey, and Kyle was sweating bullets.

	The teen's eyes were peeled sharper than anyone else's, but for all different reasons than those looking for his younger brother. When he saw a cramorant, the very same one from the day before, standing at the water right where he had been before...

	He could have died.

	"Look!" Someone ahead called out. "There's a cramorant over there!"

	Kyle -wanted- to die.

	The bird took no notice of those now looking at it. Instead, it lifted its wings slightly and pushed. A splatter, this one not coming from its mouth, was sent into the water.

	"Oh..." the man in front sighed, looking away. "Let's... Let's give it some privacy, I guess."

	Kyle said a silent prayer of thanks, he being the only one left looking over to the defecating pokemon. He was the only one to see some small bones and scraps of yellow fabric coming out of the back of the bird and sinking under the water.