Something not so lovely happened on the loveliest of hills in all of LovelyVille, though... A group of four declared their desire to marry! How could they, those treacherous polygamous fiends?! Why, they were certainly trying to suck the lovely right out of the lovely time all of the lovely lovers were having. Their goal was to make all of the newly-wed lovers completely unlovely so they could steal their lovely! Because no way a polygamous marriage could ever be called such a term as lovely.
The most unique aspect about the loveliest hill in all of LovelyVille had to be its towers. There were four towers that circled the loveliest hill. The hill obviously didn't have corners, but the towers gave the appearance of four corners. And right in the center of the loveliest hill stood the loveliest tower. It reached up, up, up until it looked as though it would touch the loveliest of stars in the lovely heavens.
Those five lovely towers were used specifically for wedding lovely couples. Each had to be rented out for a price. And because the loveliest of towers, the one that reached for the heavens, was so damn lovely, it was also so damn pricey. Only the richest of LovelyVille couples could afford such an expensive - but lovely - wedding. So, on the loveliest of all days, each of the four towers that circled the loveliest hill in all of LovelyVille were rented out to couples who wished to be married. And smack-dab in the center, in the loveliest of all of the towers, four polygamous lovers wished to be married.
After each lovely wedding, the lovely newly-weds clambered down the tower steps until their feet once again rested on the soft soil of the loveliest of all hills. From there, the lovers made their way to the north end - the loveliest end - of the hill. There was an overhang that hung over the lovely river that circled LovelyVille. A lovely white fence surrounded the overhang, and a lovely white umbrella enclosed it. Under the umbrella and fence, the lovely newly-weds filed. Each took their seat in a lovely white chair, encircling the make-shift tent. They all smiled politely to each other as they silently counted the number of individuals that filled the tent.
One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight... Nine... Ten... Eleven... Twelve... TWELVE?! But... How is that possible? There could only be ten if there are only five lovely towers! That could mean only one thing... One of these lovely couples... Aren't couples! And most certainly aren't lovely!
Each person glared at the other lovers, trying to figure out which is the "impostor" couple. Once they were found... Once the not-so-lovely lovers were discovered...
Why, they'd be thrown off the loveliest of all hills in LovelyVille of course! What a lovely ending to a lovely day that would be: watching those polygamous fiends