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From that point on William and Marcy did everything together. Marcy would sit and watch him do arts and crafts with the rest of the group, although she, herself, refused to participate. She would also have burping and farting contests with him, which she always won. William also did many things for Marcy. He would wipe crusts of food from her mouth, spray her with his cologne when she began to smell, and clip her toenails when they began to curl under. Since Marcy preferred to sit all day and not move, William got a red wagon to pull her around in so she could always be with him. At every meal time, they would sit together at their special table in the corner and if Marcy wasn't busy picking lent out of her belly button, they would just sit and gaze into each others eyes.
One night as William sat by Marcy in her wagon on the lakeshore, he had an amazing feeling come over him. He was studying Marcy's face in the gleam of the pale moonlight and could see the outline of every whisker on her chin. He smiled gently and turned her face toward his. "Marcy…there's something I want to tell you." He paused a moment. "I love you Marcy Smelder and I want us to always be together." Although Marcy just scratched her armpit and yawned, William knew she felt the same way. "My family will be coming for Family Visit Day this Wednesday and I can't wait for them to meet you. Oh Marcy, we're a match made in heaven" he said as he leaned on her shoulder. And they both sat and gazed upon the lake.
Family Visit Day came and William was running all over the place in the crowd of parents to find his family. He saw Marcy and her mother from a distance; her mother shouting for her to get up as Marcy lay facedown on the ground again. He then spotted his family and ran toward them. His grandmother, the Queen, was there, swatting at a fly with her hankie, and so was his grandfather, Prince Philip, his dad, Prince Charles, and his uncles, Albert and Andrew. "I'm so happy you all came" William said to them. "Isn't this place great?"
"It's delightful" said the queen as her allergies began to make her sneeze.
"I'll be right back" said William. "There's someone I want all of you to meet." He ran over to where Mary laid on the ground; her other had left her by now. "Marcy, Marcy, get up. I want you to come meet my family. Come on." Marcy got up and walked with William over to his family. Everyone, especially the Queen, got a look of disgust when he brought her toward them. "Grandmother, everyone," he announced, "This is the woman I love, my girlfriend, Marcy Smelder." The Queen giggled at first, thinking he must have been joking. She then realized he was being serious.
"Uhhh, how do you do Marcy" she said as she put out her hand, but decided to pull it back. "William, can I have a word with you, alone please." She walked away and motioned him over to her.
"Yes, grandmother, what is it?" She took hi by the arm.
"William, I will not have you calling this beast your girlfriend. I am absolutely repulsed. You can do far, far, FAR, better than that. I want you to stay away from that thing and if you want a girlfriend, find one suitable for a young prince, such as yourself. Do I make myself clear?"
"Umm, yes grandmother," he said looking down.
"That's my good grandson. Well, would you like to show us around here?"
"No grandmother. You all can go ahead and go if you like. I just feel like going back to my cabin now."
"Well, alright." The Queen was glad she could leave now. She shook his hand. "Well, we'll be off then William. Enjoy the rest of your time here." After he said goodbye to his dad and other family members and they had left, he and Marcy went back to his cabin. William sat on his bed, thinking, while Marcy sat on the floor, rummaging through another kid's bag and sniffing his dirty boxers.
"Marcy, I've got to make my family approve of you. I don't know how though. If I don't change my grandmother's mind, we won't be together ever again. I couldn't stand being away from you. I was thinking that we could work on changing you somehow, but your lovely and I don't want to change anything about you. I just don't know, Marcy." William just accepted the fact that he and Marcy would probably never be together again once summer was over. William made sure to spend all his time with Marcy the next few weeks, since camp would end soon.
It was now the last week of camp and William was sad. He could tell that Marcy was sad too, because she just sat around all day. But then, she always did that. To ease his sadness William decided to take some meditation time in his cabin, alone. He lit his aromatherapy candles around his bed, put on his Enya CD, and laid down and closed his eyes. Marcy was sitting at a picnic table by the lake, slobbering all over a popsicle. All of the other campers were at the bon fire on the other side of the camp.
In the cabin, William had fallen asleep and not noticed when one of his candles caught the blanket on the bed next to his on fire. All of the counselors and campers at the bon fire stopped singing the "The Wheels on the Bus" when they noticed smoke rising out of the forest ahead. "There's a fire!" someone shouted. Everyone began running toward it to see what was burning. Marcy had not noticed the cabin engulfed in flames behind, for she was too busy licking popsicle goo off her hands. When she heard someone shout "fire" she turned around to see what was going on. She saw that the love of her life was in danger, trapped in the burning cabin. The Counselors were trying to figure out if they were missing anyone who might be in the cabin. "I think we have everybody. The cabin's empty", one said.
"No!" shouted a boy. "That kid's in there, Princess Willy, or whatever his name is."
"Good heavens!" shouted the counselor. "Who's going to go in there and save him? Let's draw straws!"
But Marcy ran on all fours through the crowd, straight into the burning cabin, to save her love. Once in there, in an effort to put out the flames, she let out the most powerful burp she'd ever burped. All the flames were snuffed out at once, but the cabin now smelled of burnt wood and Beanie Weenies from Marcy's lunch. Everyone outside wondered if Marcy, too, was a goner. The fire was out, but they still saw no sign of her or William. But just then, Marcy emerged from the smoke, out the front door, and she was carrying William. She dropped him on the ground, as he was coughing the smoke out of his lungs, and went back to her picnic table.
"Marcy's saved him! Marcy is a hero!" a counselor shouted.
The next day, in which everyone was to go home, a special ceremony was held in Marcy's honor. All of the parents, including Marcy's mother and William's family, sat and watched as she was awarded the Camp Chipuana Medal of Bravery and a gift certificate to The Body Shop. Marcy's mother was full of pride as everyone cheered for her daughter. After the ceremony, the Queen wished to speak to William and Marcy. William was nervous about what she would say, but Marcy just sat in her wagon, unconcerned. "William", the Queen said, "I want you to know that after what this…this…lady, I guess, has done for you, I do not forbid you to be together.
"Oh, grandmother, do you really mean it! Thank you, thank you! Marcy did you hear that? We can be together!" He tried to pick her up ad swing her around, but instead collapsed on the ground with her on top of him.
"And Marcy," the Queen said, "You're invited at the palace anytime."
William then kissed Marcy's sticky, gooey lips. He knew that they would live happily ever after together, with Marcy as his princess.
The End
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