Carl and Rapunzel were interrupted in their silent meditation bởi the sound of something knocking on the door. “Huh?” Carl sat up and stared at the front door. He and his daughter looked at one another, quizzically.
“Maybe it’s a woodpecker,” Rapunzel suggested.
Carl got to his feet and shuffled the door. He got the shock of his life when he opened it and saw Russell, the young Wilderness Explorer from the ngày before, standing on his porch. “Hi, Mr Frederickson!” the boy called.
“What are bạn doing out here, kid?” Carl exclaimed.
The tiếp theo day, Belle and Bartok took a walk in the gardens. It was about six o’clock in the morning but Belle hadn’t been able to sleep and so Bartok had suggested a walk, hoặc in his case, a fly. So, they were out, strolling around the grounds. Belle’s mind was still reeling with the revelation of the night before. Anya was in love, with a man who had once been a rogue and was now one of the Empress’ bodyguards. And she didn’t like the special treatment their parents gave her. Poor Anya, she thought to herself.
“What’s on your mind?” Bartok asked, fluttering onto her shoulder....
"If he thinks he can get rid of us, I’ve got news for that old walrus! We’re sticking it out!”
“Best room in the house!” Merlin repeated, in a very, very disgruntled tone, as he placed pot after pot beneath leak after leak. He was in one of his grumpy moods again, only this time, Belle couldn’t blame him. They were running out of pots to catch all the water in. “Guest room! Unwelcomed guest room! But if he thinks he can get rid of us, I’ve got news for that old walrus! We’re sticking it out!”
“And I say we go back to the woods!” snapped an equally disgruntled Archimedes from his house.
Belle was busy mopping the floor where a leaky patch had spread until Merlin had put...
Phillipe and I stopped of to the side of the road for lunch I sat in the cỏ and ate some bánh mỳ, bánh mì and cheese I had bought from the town near bởi it wasn't much but it would hold me over until we got to Paris. While I was admiring the dandelions and made my wish I let Phillipe rest for quite awhile and have his fill of cỏ he was getting older but he's still a good horse the best companion he has been with us since I was there since a little girl always there when I needed someone to talk to and always up for a ride when I needed to clear my head he's the only friend I've ever...
Preface: Just when bạn think there is nothing to live for bạn realize it was right in front of bạn along and bạn would do anything fight for it hoặc even die to protect knowing it would be your biggest sacrifice.
Chapter 1: Nothing Left
Things haven't been the same since Papa died this last winter I'm glad he's no longer suffering and with mother again he missed her so much he had been sick before but it was nothing like this I thought he could pull out of it fight to live and stay with me but he was needed in heaven thêm I can still here him say "I tình yêu bạn my sweet child and when your mother...
Belle woke the tiếp theo morning, feeling strangely cleansed, despite all she’d been through the trước đó evening. She stretched and pushed herself out of giường with a yawn. Snow White had her head under the cái gối, gối and she groaned upon hearing Belle awake.
“Too much sun! Too early!”
“The bell’s about to ring,” Belle pointed out and a một giây later it did. Snow White groaned again. “Why do bạn always have to be right?”
“Come on!” Meg battered her with her own pillow. “Get up and at ‘em! It’s the football game today, remember?” She looked over at Belle. “You alright, sweetie?”...
"Red, I feel my soul on fire! Black, my world if you're not there!"
“Red, the blood of angry men! Black, the dark of ages past! Red, a world about to dawn! Black, the night that ends at last!”
Belle heard the cheers of the students all around the town as Enjolras and his friends, Marius and Grantaire, along with young streetwise urchin Gavroche, beckoned them to tham gia in their crusade. They were mainly men; very few there were women. Belle wanted to tham gia them thêm than anything, but her family were adamant that she could not.
“No, Belle,” growled Maurice, her father, when she had protested. “We will have nothing to do with those revolutionaries! It’ll...