A/N: Here we are, at the end already! Please note: I, the person with the name that takes a really long time to type, am actually two people! WHOOO! Anyway, if you hated this, you probably just hate the me half and not the other part. So, don't disregard everything with the really long name!

Epilogue

In which something happens that probably ought to have happened at the beginning of the story

M. Fauchelevent was thinking about moving to England. Or maybe Germany. Somewhere where he could be as far away from the words, "precious sugar puff" as possible. He was loading the last of his bags onto the fiacre when a chubby old man came up to him.

"Hello, sir," the other man said brightly. "I am a kindly bishop, and could not help hearing that you lied to your son-in-law in order to get away from his lovey-doveyness. Never fear, for though others may shun you for this, I will take you in and be kind to you, because, as I said before, I am a kindly bishop! Now, would you care to reform?"

"Fat chance!" said M. Fauchelevent, getting into the fiacre.

"But I'm a KINDLY BISHOP!" the bishop screamed.

~Finis~