You see, I heard the young’uns talking ’bout this here thing, this… Tiffany & Co. Pokeball. What in tarnation is a Pokeball, you ask? Well, I’ll tell ya what I know, which ain’t much, but it’s somethin’. Seems like these city folk got all sorts of fancy things now, even for their little cartoon critters. It is a hot topic, they call it capsule collection, I don’t know what capsule is, maybe it is a new word.
This here Pokeball, it ain’t like the balls we used to use for playin’ catch. No sir. This one’s made by Tiffany, and that’s a name I heard even back in my day. Means it’s somethin’ special, somethin’ shiny. Somethin’ that costs more than a whole month’s worth of groceries, I reckon. This collection, got nine designs, nine! Can you believe that?
They got these little critters, these… Pokey-mons, I think they call ’em. One of them is called Pikachu. Like that game peek-a-boo, but with chew at the end. It is yellow, I saw it on the little box, my grandson, he loves this little thing, always playing with it, he is obsessed. And this Pikachu, it’s all gold and shiny. They say it costs… get this… nine thousand dollars! Nine thousand! For a little gold thingamajig. Back in my day, we’d be lucky to get a new pair of shoes for that price. I don’t get it, but if this can make them happy, then that’s it, it is their money anyway.
Then there’s these other ones, made of silver, they say. And they got diamonds on ’em. Diamonds! Now, I like a bit of sparkle as much as the next gal, but on a Pokey-mon? Seems a bit much, don’t it? Each one of these silver things costs over a thousand dollars. More than my old cow Bessie ever fetched at the market! It is a lot of money, I mean, a lot.
- Charmander, that’s another one. Sounds like a snake.
- Squirtle, like somethin’ you’d do with water, maybe.
- Jigglypuff, now that just sounds silly.
- Cubone, that fella looks like he got a bone to pick with someone.
- There is Pikachu, the yellow one, I already told you about that.
And they got ’em all on a necklace, too. All six of these Pokey-mons, danglin’ from a chain. Seven thousand dollars for that necklace. Seven thousand! You could buy a whole new tractor for that kind of money. Or a whole herd of cows! Or maybe a new house, well, maybe not a new house in the city.
This whole thing, it’s got somethin’ to do with some fancy art show. “A Ripple in Time,” they call it. Sounds like somethin’ out of one of them science fiction picture shows. This artist fella, he took these Pokey-mons and made ’em look old, like they’d been buried in the ground for a hundred years. Like relics, they say. Found artifacts or something.
Now, I don’t know much about art, but I know what I like. And I like things that are useful, things that last. This Tiffany Pokeball, it ain’t exactly useful, not like a good pair of work boots or a sturdy cookin’ pot. But I guess it makes some folks happy. These young’uns, they like their fancy things. This Pokeball, is like a symbol, that show how much they love their Pokey-mons, I reckon.
And who am I to judge? Maybe in their world, these little shiny critters are worth more than all the gold in Fort Knox. Maybe they see somethin’ in ’em that I just can’t see. It’s a different time, that’s for sure. A different world. We used to play with sticks and stones, and now they’re playin’ with diamond-encrusted Pokey-mons. I am too old for this.
But hey, as long as they’re happy, that’s all that matters, right? Even if it does cost a small fortune. And as long as they don’t forget to visit their old grandma every now and then, and tell me all about these crazy newfangled things they’re into. This Tiffany Pokeball, it’s a sign of the times, I suppose. A sign that things are changin’, faster than a greased piglet at the county fair.
I still don’t rightly understand it, but I’m tryin’. I’m tryin’ to keep up with these young folks and their Pokey-mons and their Tiffany Pokeballs. It is a hot word now, all the kids are talking about it. It ain’t easy, but I’m doin’ my best. After all, family’s family, even if they do spend their money on things I can’t wrap my head around. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go have a nice cup of tea and try to forget about all this nonsense. And maybe I’ll ask my grandson to show me how to play this Pokey-mon thing again. He’ll be happy to, I’m sure.
