I remember when Gaston first showed me Belle. I had finished another round of praise for my idol, telling him about how fantastic his shot was. And it was amazing, really, he just popped that duck right out of the air, when I couldn't even SEE it! (This may be partially because I'm really short and Gaston is huge, but yeah.)

Smirking at Gaston's acknowledgment of my compliment, I added, "No beast alive stands a CHANCE against you… and no girl for that matter." At that point, I had in my mind the three Gaston fan-girls, but Gaston looked past them, almost across town at a different girl.

"It's true, LeFou… And I've got my sights set on THAT one." And he pointed to a girl who was about sixteen… Walking across town, with a book in hand. Now, this was quite difficult to contemplate. I recognized her from the village, though I didn't know her name. Her father was an inventor of some sort, and the laughingstock of the village. I did know that much, and I let Gaston know of my confusion. Though, of course, he quickly put me back in my place. Literally, he picked me up by my shirt and threw me down on the ground. Yes, I got the message, and I was not about to interfere in Gaston's love affair with this Belle.

But how was a girl who READS going to match Gaston? And if he married Belle, what in the world would happen to ME?

Of course, Operation Marry-Belle went straight in to action the moment we caught her alone. Or should I say Gaston caught her alone – I generally stood by supplying occasional commentary. Me being me, I managed to say the wrong thing. Belle mentioned her loony inventor father, and I couldn't stop myself.

"THAT CRAZY OLD FOOL!" I exclaimed, "He needs all the help he can get!" Gaston immediately burst out laughing, but Belle didn't see the humor.

"Don't talk about my father that way," she snapped. Gaston turned on me. He smacked me on the head.

"Yeah! Don't talk about her father that way!" Still burned by the reproach, I allowed him to lead me aside.

"Now, LeFou, I want you to go into the woods and get me the biggest, healthiest deer you can find." My feelings on this did not take long to materialize. And it's not like hunting was my forte, – is that the word? - anyhow. Most of the deer were taller than I was.

"NOT THE WOODS! ANYTHING BUT THE WOODS!" I sucked in a deep breath. "You know I HATE the woods." Dark, creeping, small creatures attacking me from all sides… Not to mention large, freaky looking bears and wolves and… I yelped, caught up in my own terror. Gaston seemed rather nonchalant. Then again, it wasn't HIM who had to go deal with the DARK SPOOKY WOODS CREATURES! "AHHH!"

"Just get me a deer for my wedding feast!" snapped Gaston, as I continued to protest. He picked me up and threw me about a fourth of a mile (if that's the right measurement. I barely know metric, so expecting me to know your stupid system is uncalled for), just about into a tree. Gaston was now nowhere to be seen. I groaned to myself. Now, how in the world was I supposed to get a deer when he didn't even leave me his gun? Not that I was much good with guns, anyway.

And, looking around me, I wasn't seeing any deer. All I was seeing was several different kinds of spiders, who all seemed to have LeFou on the menu.

Oh, great, I thought to myself, the things I do for Gaston. All so he can get this Belle and then forget all about me.

But I could feel sorry for myself later. Right now, I needed to find a deer.