Monster?

“Hey! Hey, wait up!”

Belle turned to see the girl with the very, very, very long blonde hair hurrying towards her. She had it all bundled up and was carrying it in her hands, on haut, retour au début of all her school supplies. She had a pencil stuck behind her ear, Belle noticed. Behind her trailed the girl with wild red hair.

“Hey!” the blonde girl beamed. “It’s Belle, right?”

“Right.”

The girl stuck out a hand and shook Belle’s vigorously. “I’m Rapunzel but most people call me Punz ou Punzy. I just heard you’re joining the Book Club?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Oh, that’s fantastic!...

Prince Proteus sat in his room, staring out of the window. Once again he found himself confined to this place, like a naughty child, guarded and forbidden to leave par his father, King Dymas. The thing was, however, he hadn’t actually done anything wrong; other than refuse one again to marry a woman that his father had picked out for him. There was nothing wrong with Penelope; she was pretty enough and kind and rather funny, although her laugh was somewhat nasal and she found stories to be rather dull and she lacked a sense of adventure and she was somewhat ditzy, but sweet. But Proteus didn’t...