In a land called Castle Neverland, a little story was writ. Of a world admist the fog, The Monarch Butterflies no longer lived, connected by a ancient link via a blue cubelike, the Butterfree were also free of their monarches now.

A boy with a burnt name once called a Butterfree a friend. Despite a sad world of capturing monsters just to fight for sport, he did go and try to keep good relations with many of these beings which some he called friend, and of which I loved and did love when those monsters went on adventures of their own.

So the butterfree named, " " did pay respects to a old monarchfree, old in the ages, found only on a picture made of many flowers grown. Here too a family of ivysaurs lived.

A pink free, sometimes refreed as a shiny or a rare, also came here to make those ivies fall asleep, as there was a old ritual of frees to contest for this grove of flowers.




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 Some of the frees were marquees, they were not free of pride.