little Marcy sat on a log, waiting for Simon to come back from the soupery. she sat there for hours, she didn't mind to much as she was tired, huddling up in her tent by now- warm and cosy in her sleeping bag. she spent most of the time chatting to Hambo, her pink little teddy that Simon gave her. She fancied a bit of wrestling like Simon had done and bit Hambo, only gently but the red came out and it was now a faded pink.
"I forget that your a vampire half- demon, your as cute as an angel." Simon chuckled fondly, not minding.
"Hee, that's my secret weapon! i'm just as strong as you." she'd reply.
but she hadn't been playing those games for a while. Recently Simon was worried, if his fiance Betty miht come home again and he'd be camping in the woods with Marcy.
there was gentle rustle in the bushes. Simon had always said to hide in the tent and barricade the door at such times in case it was another ooze monster. but Marcy was determined not to be scared, and bravely called out. a little pink girl fell over in the mud and cried.
"Oh, let me help." Marcy offered, helping her up and dusting her skirts.
"Thank you, i love your dungarees." the girl said. Marcy looked at her scruffy denim pinafore, the burgundy shirt underneath and realized she only had one shoe. then she looked at this little lass, rose pink dress with violet satin with elegant ballet slippers and- oh! she had a tiara.
"Are you a... princess?" Marcy whispered in awe.
"Yes," Bonnibel said suspiciously. "I'm princess Bonnibel Bubblegum, though you must be cautious with such information."
"Eh?" asked a confused Marcy, tilting her head so her ebony locks slid down.
"You must bow when you talk to the princess." Bonnibel suddenly became stern.
"I don't like you! get out my camp- you talk funny and you are rude!" Marcy said.