Once there was a great forest circling an even greater tree, whose branches were said to reach into Heaven. In that forest lived many Pokemon, but most remarkable were the many Ursaring. The custom for an Ursaring that loved another was to present them with a berry.
There was an Ursaring who adored another of a beautiful sheen, but she was yearned for by many. The strongest of Ursaring adored her. The smartest of Ursaring adored her. This Ursaring felt as though the others were no competition for he. He was neither smart nor strong, but did hold a talent: his climbing.
One afternoon the most desired of Ursaring laid resting in a clearing. Loved as she was, she did not manage to rest a wink before becoming surrounded with suitors. Among them were the strongest of Ursaring, the smartest of Ursaring, and the Ursaring who was the best climber of all.
First to approach her was the strongest Ursaring. He grabbed hold of the nearest tree and, with a great tug, snapped the tree straight in half! He laid the top of the tree on the ground near her and plucked from it the juiciest berry he could find. He presented it to the beloved Ursaring, who promptly spat it out! For it had been bitter and unripe. The climbing Ursaring laughed at his mistake.
Next to approach her was the smartest Ursaring. Clever as he was, he had already brought a berry of her favorite kind. The climbing Ursaring laughed, for the smart Ursaring had no talent to present to her. But even still, the courted Ursaring ate the berry and was very pleased.
 The climbing Ursaring was not so. He yelled to her, “I will climb the Great Tree and and bring you a berry. And as every Ursaring knows, the best berries are found at the top, so I will bring you a berry straight from Heaven!”
Quickly, the climbing Ursaring left to begin his ascent. He received warning, but did not heed them. He believed himself to be the most skilled climber of all Ursaring, and that he should reach Heaven with ease.
So the Ursaring climbed and climbed until he reached a branch upon which rested a small flock of Pidgey.
"Hello," the Pidgey said to him, "We have never seen an Ursaring climb so high before."
The Ursaring puffed out his chest and said to the Pidgey, “Of all Ursaring I am the best at climbing. I am going to climb to Heaven.”
"Good luck," the Pidgey mocked before flying away.
The Ursaring continued to climb. He climbed and climbed before he reached a nest of young Swablu. The Swablu marveled at the Ursaring.
"An Ursaring has climbed high into the clouds! How stranged that a Pokemon with no wings should reach here!"
The Ursaring laughed joyfully with the hatchlings, “I am no ordinary Ursaring. No other Ursaring could achieve feats such as I, for I am the greatest of all Ursaring.”
The Swablu all cooed in awe, and the Ursaring once again began to climb. He climbed and climbed. And as he climbed the branches became more and more scarce. For a great distance the Ursaring merely shimmied up the trunk! He shimmied and shimmied, until he came across a knot in the trunk housing an aged Noctowl.
The Noctowl looked at the Ursaring with its wise eyes.
"No living Pokemon has passed higher upon this tree."
"I will reach Heaven," the Ursaring stated.
"No living Pokemon has passed higher upon this tree," repeated the Noctowl.
"And from here I will climb higher, for I am the greatest Pokemon to have lived! I will reach Heaven!" the Ursaring proclaimed.
"I’m certain you will," the wise one replied, before falling silent.
The Ursaring, irritated by the Noctowl, continued to climb.
He climbed and climbed.
And he reached the top. Eventually, all Pokemon do.
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Once there was a Pidgey who lived happily with her husband in their nest in a small bush. The bush was a warm home for them, and never did the two Pidgey feel unsafe inside their happy nest. One morning, the Pidgey awoke to find she had laid an egg! She shared the joyous news with her husband, and happier they were!
The young couple continued on as they were, and made preparations for their future hatchling. One evening the Pidgey couple were enjoying their supper, when suddenly they heard a noise from outside. Suddenly, a giant head popped into their bush! It was a terrible Ekans. The Pidgey hopped upon her egg, and her husband readied to battle the Ekans to protect her.
"You two Pidgey should make a good supper," hissed the Ekans.
"No!" her husband cried out, "Please do not take us! If you are to leave us be, you may take our egg."
The eggs of Pidgey are a treat for an Ekans, and this Ekans was no different. He agreed to the terms and slithered off with the egg in tow. The Pidgey wept and wept for her lost egg. Long she mourned. Eventually the couple’s life returned to normal and continued on, not as happy as before.
One morning the Pidgey awoke to find another egg! She stirred her husband from his slumber to celebrate. They cheered in joy. That evening for supper they partook in a feast of celebration. The Pidgey family sang and danced, until suddenly there came a noise from outside of their bush.
Into the bush came the face of the Ekans. The Pidgey screamed and wept, for she knew what was to come. “Give to me your egg, and you I shall spare,” he hissed. Her husband handed to him the egg, and both of the Pidgey wept. This time she wept for not so long. Inside her brewed a great hatred. Quickly things returned to normal, but with no joy at all.
Then one morning the Pidgey awoke to find she had laid another egg. This time she did not share the news with her husband, and instead hid the egg in a pile of grass. In her stomach she had a feeling of dread, and began to concoct a plan.
Later that day, her husband left to go visiting. After him, she flew out of the nest and to the nearby stream. From the bank she plucked three smooth stones. She placed these stones into her nest. She noticed her neighbor, an old widower, had left his nest in his tree. Quickly she flew back to the river, and stacked into his nest rock after rock.
Returning to her nest, she put her plan into motion. Her voice rose to the heavens, “O, wondrous day! I have laid an egg for each I have lost, and another more!” And, as was her intention, a rustling was heard outside her bush, and in came the Ekans.
With all the Pidgey could muster, she released a scream of terror! “No, no! You have come with my husband gone, and no one to protect myself and my eggs! Spare me, O monstrous one!” The Ekans laughed at her misery, “Perhaps I shall! If you should give me each of your eggs!” The Pidgey wept and stepped aside for the Ekans.
Without a thought the Ekans swallowed each of the rocks. The Pidgey feigned a shriek as each slid down his gullet, “I don’t suppose I should be next! Leave here, terrible one!” The Ekans, with not so many wits as she, truly had not realized he could have overpowered her anyway until she made this statement. He laughed and released a hiss, “But you should be!” He opened his dreadful jaws for her, but she quickly spoke again, “No, no! Spare me and I will show you to my neighbor’s nest. Fertile is she, how many eggs she has lain I cannot count.” The Ekans found appeal in this offer, and hinged again his gaping maw.
The Pidgey flew out of the nest and up the tree, and the Ekans slithered after. The Ekans marveled at the incredibly well-filled nest, and began to swallow each of the many rocks. “By these terms you shan’t bother us again,” said the Pidgey in a manner that was no longer pleading. She did not need to protect her act as the Ekans swallowed down the last of the rocks. The Ekans let out a great belch and laughed, “I have eaten so very much, I feel as though I cannot budge an inch!” And to budge an inch he tried, with great effort. Shortly he realized and gasped, “I truly cannot move! I have been tricked!” The Pidgey laughed and laughed.Slowly the Ekans slipped out of the tree, and fell straight upon his skull!
And so the Pidgey and her husband lived on happily with their new egg.

**

In a small beach-side village far away there lived a small boy. The boy was very poor and had naught but an Old Rod to his name. Every evening he would cast his rod into the bay, and every evening he would catch a Remoraid and that would be his supper. The poor boy grew tiresome of the meal, and envied the rich market men who feasted upon Farfetch’d every night.
One evening the boy cast his rod into the bay as usual. He felt a bite, and reeled it in. Much to his surprise, it was not a Remoraid, but a golden-scaled Magikarp! The Magikarp opened its wide mouth and spoke, “Mercy, mercy! Please release me, child!”
The boy clapped and danced in joy! He laughed and sang, “No! I should not release you, but instead sell you to the market! I will become rich and feast upon Farfetch’d like the other market men!” The Magikarp flopped upon the ground and wept, “Mercy! No! I am a magical fish, and should you release me, forever your meals will be like no other!”
The boy pondered this. “This you swear, fish?” he asked the shimmering Magikarp.
 “Yes, this I swear!” replied the fish. The boy then decided to cut the line, and the Magikarp very quickly swam away.
The boy then realized he must have been scammed! But there was nothing he could do, so he sat in tears and cast his rod once again. And as always, he drew in a Remoraid.
But this time, the Remoraid began to glow and made a wondrous transformation into a strange creature with a plentitude of long tentacles.

The boy gasped, for before then a Remoraid evolving had been unheard of! The Magikarp had been true to its word, the Octillery was nothing anyone had ever seen before.

**
Once there was a young boy who lived in a cottage with his parents. Every night his mother would cook their dinner. One evening the family went to eat at another family’s home. When the boy tasted the food, it struck a chord with him. Never had he tasted anything so savory! “Why can’t Mother cook something so delicious?” he thought.
The next evening his mother served dinner as was normal. The boy tasted his food, and spat it out onto the floor! His mother gasped. He began a tantrum. “I want the food from last night,” stated the boy. “Pleased calm down, child, or you must be punished,” chided his mother. The boy, however, continued with his fit. “Very well! Then you will go to bed with no supper,” decided she. The boy threw his plate to the ground and declared, “If you will not give me dinner, then I will find my own!” and ran out the door and into the woods!
The boy walked down the path looking for some sort of food he could eat. He walked and walked and it became dark. The boy grew cold and shivered but continued to look. His stomach growled and ached. Finally, before him stood a tree with great fruits hanging from the branches. The boy approached the tree, but the fruits were far above his head. He jumped and jumped by he was far too short! He shouted in anger and began another tantrum, but then noticed that on the ground was a pile of fallen fruit. His stomach growled and a trickle of droll ran down his chin.
He reached down for the fruit, picked it up, and brought it to his mouth.
And staring back was a face.
He was holding a head.
Which he promptly dropped, and ran straight home! And ever after ate his dinner with no fuss, without a clue all he had met was an Exeggcute.