Chapter 2
The Butterfree family
"Wee-ee-ee! Wee-ee-ee!"
A pink Butterfree fluttered along. Her eight little Caterpies wiggled along behind. They, along with another Butterfree, were in this area to visit an old friend.
But the pink Butterfree couldn't find her mate.
[He must be around her somewhere…] she thought.
Then she saw his wings and headed that way. But he was looking at other things.
The Butterfree hid behind a bush and stared at a human with a backpack, who was looking off a cliff.
"You won't bring upon curses to anyone else!" he yelled removing his backpack, "You will pay for what you did to her!"
He screamed, stepped back, and flung the backpack. It hit the tip of the ledge, but fell off anyway.
His insane laughter gave way to a buzzzzzzzz…
"Oh, no…" the man whimpered.
The Butterfree shielded his eyes so he wouldn't have to watch what happened next…
"Wee-ee-ee-ee…" whimpered the pink Butterfree. She landed and covered her Caterpies with her wings to keep the Beedrill from seeing them.
Two Beedrill flew off, but the other two only started to. They weren't hungry yet, but they were interested in the bag. It was to small to hold much of anything they were interested in, but maybe something else would come along… They hid in some bushes.
The Butterfree was curious about the bag too. Cautiously, he flew out into the sun. He had a little scarf. It made him look very sophisticated, not to mention cute. He flew over to the ledge and looked down. There was a river that was roaring very fast.
[It could be a mile away by now, depending on the weight,] he thought, Then he noticed it. The backpack had been caught on a branch by its strap, halfway down the cliff.
It was probably nothing, but he just couldn't help but take a look.
As his family got up, he fluttered down and looked at the bag closely. It still didn't seem like a big deal. He pulled the zipper open a little.
A flash! Like a Poké-ball.
"Eevee!" Eevee, who would never stay in its Poké-ball, came out an stood shakily on the backpack.
"Wee-ee-ee?" Butterfree questioned.
"Eevee! Eevee!" Eevee cried happily, looking at this pretty flying Pokémon in wonder.
"Wee-ee-ee!"
Eevee looked down.
"EEVEE!" It jumped, startled, and then held onto that branch like it was its last hope—which, aside from Butterfree, it was.
Butterfree took one long pointed ear in each tiny hand and flapped with all his might. Eevee bowed its head, closed its eyes, clamped its paws together, and mumbled, "Eevee, Eevee, Eevee, Eevee."
Butterfree finally made it to the top. Uncertainly, Eevee looked back down at the bag.
"Eevee!" it cried, "Eevee! [Friends down there!]"
Reluctantly, he flew back down to retrieve the bag of Poké-balls. He took the strap just as the branch gave way and broke.
He was half way up and just about the collapse from the heavy load when he was joined by his mate and they carried the pack up together.
"Eevee! [Thank you!]" Eevee whooped.
Buzzz…
Eevee gasped. Beedrill!