During the week my wife told me to accompany young man as he wanted to go and hunt Pokemons. Dusk was in the offing, so off I scuttled. We walked, great for young man as behind a desk and computer he didn’t sit.
Then he stopped, serious and all business like. Apparently a Pokemon was on the radar! The tension built, it was after all, my first Pokemon hunt. He showed me on screen the nifty little beast he would ensnare. One, two, three clicks and the critter was caught.
Off we toddled again, being assured we were going to a happy huntin’ ground for Pokemons. Strange vision. We sat in park as dusk embraced us rapidly. Small knots of teens sat around. But no shouting, no teasing, no raucous games. They sat in the darkness staring at their luminescent screens. Enthralled. My wife rang, the game was up, ordered back home, he trudged sullenly. Apparently night is the best time to hunt for these wee beasties!
Strange hobby, but they all seemed so happy with faces illuminated in the gloom. Pokemon Go (away).