>>32271833"When I was little I lived in a farm, a special farm. My father invested all of his money on miltanks and of course on my special 7th Birthday I got my very own Miltank (I named her Milly because she was so pretty and sweet that she reminded me of of my favorite flowers) that I had to take care of. Make sure she was happy. She was the same size as me, young so she couldn't produce milk just yet but with a lot of affection and love she'd grow up to be a big help to the rest of the farm and the rest of the Miltanks!
Years passed and I grew up and Milly became my best friend. There wasn't anywhere I would go without Milly. She as there with me through the special holidays, celebration. A big accident fire and strong storms that threatened our farm. I was never interested in pokemon battles. I always felt it was just wrong to make pokemon fight just for fun. So instead I went away to school. Through out my education I always heard from my Dad that... Milly never gave milk even though she was old enough to do so... Every year he'd tell me how she didn't even spend anytime with the other miltanks.
As fun as school was a little bit of me always hurt.. because I felt I left my best friend behind, even through everything we went through together. Well, eventually school ended and I returned home. I decided to study Miltanks so everything I learned I wanted to take back home and put into practice... but above all I wanted to see Milly. After a quick get together with my family I ran out to the farm. I ran everywhere, searching for her... Eventually I found her all alone under an apple tree at the top of the hill. I rushed at her yelling at the top of my lungs and when she heard, she stampeded down the hill towards me. We hugged and fell and rolled and held each other tight. I was so happy I couldn't hold back the tears flowing down my face, considering Milly was doing the same I knew she was something special to me.
