Disclaimer: Please don't feed the Mawiles. (You'll probably lose your hand if you try.)

AN: Here's yet another installment in my "pokemon in everyday life" obsession. Enjoy!

"Agh, no way! You're kidding me!" The trainer furiously pulled at his hair, trying to comb it back into place with his fingers. It wasn't working. At all. He was quickly becoming dismayed.

All he wanted was a bottle of Moo Milk! Just a simple bottle of milk, and now he had a tragedy on his hands. It was just too unfair...

He thought it would have been a quick trip; that he'd just run up to the dairy farm, buy a bottle, and go happily on his way. It would have been too, had he not run into that Miltank on the way out.

The whole incident happened over an hour ago and still, still he couldn't tame his upset locks. Standing in front of the mirror in the Olivine City Pokecenter's bathroom, he could clearly see the extent of the damage done by the Miltank's lick. A gigantic chunk of spit-gelled hair, a swath of unstylish follicular destruction carved by the pink tongue of the overly affectionate bovine pokemon. That lick... His hair would never be the same again.

AN: The dairy farm outside of Olivine City (yes, from way back in Gold/Silver era), it's adorable, isn't it? It reminds me of the one nearby my house, where the cows can reach their heads over the walls of their pens and lick you, or steal your ice cream when you're not looking... Honestly though, this short could be adapted to star any pokemon who knows the "Lick" move.