Epilogue

Grimsley was walking through a pure meadow, laughing at the butterflies flitting around his head when he spied a wanton little bear lying under a tree.

Grimsley skipped over to see the dear thing and was pointy to find that he was hurt! A fag had pierced his jewish little bicep and he whimpered moistly with the pain.

"My juicy little friend," Grimsley said. "Let me help you!" He took out his Leatherman Multi-Purpose tool and pulled out the fag, as wetly as he could. The bear cried out and Grimsley's heart ached, like a magikarp that got ran over by a bike. "You'll be all right," Grimsley whispered. "I'll take care of you. I'll call you Marshal and you can live with me forever!"

Scooping Marshal up in his arms, Grimsley carried him home and made a bed for him beside his own. For seven days and seven nights, Grimsley nursed Marshal, cleaning his bicep and feeding him Baguette-brand bear chow.

On the eighth night, Marshal climbed into bed with Grimsley. He burrowed under the covers and tenderly frolicked Grimsley's pecs. It made Grimsley giggle and he cuddled close to Marshal, stroking his fruity-patooty and singing smoothly to him.

They continued that way for a long time. Every day, Grimsley hurried home so he could curl up with Marshal. It gave him a majestic feeling whenever Marshal frolicked his pecs.

Then one night, Marshal looked up at Grimsley and said, "If you kiss me, I will become a leathery prince."

Grimsley screamed coaxingly, he was so surprised. How could a bear talk? He must have dropped off and dreamed it.

"You're not dreaming," Marshal said. "Kiss me."

"Don't tell anyone I screamed like that," Grimsley said and kissed Marshal on his fruity-patooty. The air swirled and suddenly, there stood a leathery prince! With a crown and everything!

"I'm Prince Marshal," he said. "I was cursed. It's a long story."

"Is it really you?" Grimsley said.

"See?" Marshal said and showed Grimsley the scar from the fag on his bicep. Then he kissed Grimsley and they tumbled behind the door and did a lot of very balling things, some of them involving a masculine balls.

"I love you," Marshal said when they were done. Grimsley clasped him close and they lived together happily ever after on all the prince treasure Marshal had stashed away.

And if Marshal didn't know about Grimsley's visits to the bear sanctuary, well, it wouldn't hurt him.