[Promises of treats did little to nothing (it was honestly unclear just how much Cujo understood of plain English)-- but the sight of another ball? That was a totally different story.]
[The Growlithe skidded to a halt in the sand, staring back at Harry wide-eyed, the Pokeball still in his mouth.]
[He.... he wanted it. He wanted it real bad. Oh please throw it please please please please.]
[Action] Ahhh. I feel you there-- that's going to be me as soon as I graduate.
[The Growlithe skidded to a halt in the sand, staring back at Harry wide-eyed, the Pokeball still in his mouth.]
[He.... he wanted it. He wanted it real bad. Oh please throw it please please please please.]