"Here, deer, here deer," I called loudly, wondering how it was that someone caught a deer anyhow. I didn't have a gun, after all, so I looked around for the next best thing. Walking deeper into the forest, I saw what looked like it would work – a jagged rock sticking up from the dirt. I took my fingers and clawed to get a hold of it, pulling back and slamming into a tree. As I pulled myself up and brushed off my pants, I looked around again and tried to gage where I was. There was nothing happening there. I had no clue where I was, and I was starting to hear some very strange sounds. Such as… howls.

"Gaston," I squeaked aloud, "Save me…"

Wait. I was going to stand up. I was going to do this. I returned to the rock and yanked it out of the ground, successfully this time. I lifted it high above my head.

"Come along now, dearie," I called, cackling at my own joke. After a few moments, I began to walk left. I could hear the sound of deer hooves in the distance, and I jogged to reach the sound. I finally saw a flash of brown, and I knelt down to observe further. This is what Gaston always said he did. "Observe, then aim, then fire, then bask in glory." The deer moved in front of me, and I stood up slowly before using my arm to fire the rock at its head. The deer turned to me, looking more annoyed than anything else. It looked like it wanted revenge. I jumped up, shrieked, and hid behind another tree. As I crouched down, the back of my ankle touched something smooth. Suspecting some kind of creepy-crawler, I flipped around and saw a yellow scarf, made out of yarn or something like that. I reached out and plucked off the scarf, before thinking to myself. Now, I could use this to strangle the deer… But strangling is both for the strong and for people with more taste for blood than I had. Well, until I figured out something else to do with it, I'd wear it. It complimented my outfit nicely, as the Gaston always said about themselves.

As for now, the deer. It was still there, and it was still not dead, and I was still stuck in the forest, and I was still getting incredibly freaked out. I realized that if I was going to go with rocks, I needed a bigger one. And so I turned around and walked to the east edge of the forest, where there was a stream of some sort. Wedged in the water was another, bigger rock. I grabbed a hold of this one and promptly landed in the lake. Oh, joy.

After I plucked myself out, rock still in hand, I returned to the forest. I saw another deer, and I raised my hand, and brought down the rock. Then, I yelped. Sure, I'd seen hunting and the death of animals before, but I'd never DONE it. It was kind of freaking me out. But that was unimportant right now. And, I mean, it was for Gaston.

I picked up the deer and began lugging it across the forest. I began to hear howls again, and I started shivering. I think I'm going to cry, I thought to myself. I sure wish Gaston were here… He'd fix this, yes he would.

Suddenly I found myself surrounded by shadows. And in the shadows were… WOLVES!

"AHHHHH!" I screamed, attempting to navigate while the deer was still in hand. I was about to say "forget the deer, it's not like Belle wants to marry Gaston anyway", when I finally arrived back at the town. The three Gaston girls were the first to see me.

"Hey, LeFou," giggled Dominique, the tall, brunette girl, "Have a fun time?"

"I don't know about YOU too," snapped Anne, the shorter one with light brown hair, "But I can't bring myself to smile. Gaston's proposing to that HORRID Belle."

"But," said Chanal, the tallest of the girls, who had dark brown skin and long black hair, "He'd said he wouldn't forget US."

"Whatever you say," Anne moaned.

"Where IS Gaston?" I inquired.

"Belle's house," Chanal said. The three then immediately burst into tears and ran off. I shrugged and decided that if Gaston was already at Belle's house, there was no time to lose. I walked to my house, got changed and stuck the deer in my yard.

It was time to go find Gaston. Belle's house was across town, and it took me about ten minutes to arrive there. I jogged quickly, looking for any sight of Gaston. All I saw was Belle.

"Hey Belle!" I called, running up to her, "Have you seen Gaston?"

"You just missed him," she said in a voice that made it quite clear that her answer to whatever Gaston had said had been a resounding NO. She then turned to me again. "Hey, where did you get that scarf?"

Well, I was glad that she was paying SOME interest to me. I smirked.

"Oh, this?" I turned. "In the woods. Pretty nice, huh?"

"This belongs to my father!" she snapped, taking a step towards me and trying to grab the scarf. I glared at her. What did Gaston see in her, anyway? Raining on my parade.

"Yeah, well, finders-keepers," I replied.

"LeFou, I want you to think hard and tell me where you found that."

"No," I said. I had done enough thinking in the woods for the rest of my life.

"Think!"

I pondered for a moment.

"Somewhere in the woods?"

"HARDER!"

I leaned down and bonked myself on the head. Deer. Woods. Scary, spooky creatures. Wolves. Woods. CROSSROADS!

"Near the crossroads, okay!" I growled, reaching up to touch my head. "Ow."

"Then he's still out there! You have to take me back!"

This girl must have lost her mind.

"Not the woods again!" I declared. What, just because Gaston liked her I was going to be HER slave? She's not even strong or a good shot, and everyone thinks she's a weirdo. Like I was going to go back into Act One of Wolves Eat LeFou for HER.

"You have to take me back!"

"Not on your life!" I replied, walking away from her. I needed to find Gaston and figure out what we were going to do about the dead animal in my yard, now that the wedding was apparently off.