“Come on, little sis.” Jack shook the three mwaka old. “It’s time to wake up.”
The girl blinked at him, sleepily. Jack smiled. He was very fond of his little sister; since their parents had died he had become twice as overprotective of her and rarely let her out of his sight. Thankfully she didn’t seem to mind at that age. “Jack!” she uttered, one of the few words she could speak fluently, sounding happy to see him.
Jack picked her up and carried her out of the room, only to bump into the woman he had seen talking to Clopin and Esmeralda the night before. She was new, as far as...
"If I was out of line, as you so put it, then it is only because the sin inside you made it so.”
Belle didn’t want to have to face Frollo the inayofuata morning, and she prayed silently that this would be one of those morning where she ate breakfast alone. Unfortunately, when she walked into the room, he was there, and she couldn’t bring herself to look at him as she slid into a seat.
“Did wewe sleep well?”
Belle started, unable to believe it. He was uigizaji as if the awali night hadn’t happened at all. “My dreams were haunted,” she managed to stammer.
“You’ve really not changed a bit, have you, Belle?”
“So, just how did wewe end up in Frollo’s care?” Clopin asked, presently. “I mean, why did he take wewe in?”
“He was a friend of my Papa’s,” Belle replied. “He’s alright as a guardian. He’s just so... cold and distant sometimes. And he hates gypsies. I don’t know why.”
Clopin shrugged, wisely. “Some people are just afraid of what they don’t understand.”
“Esme alisema that earlier,” Belle sighed. “It’s horrible. Just because wewe don’t understand something it doesn’t mean it’s wrong. I can’t believe those men rubbed horse dung into Pocahontas’s hair.”...
One upon a time, there was a family who were very loving. But circumstances forced them to part when Clayton and Sarah had to travel to the deepest darkest parts of Africa, leaving their six mwaka old daughter Belle in the care of a holy man...
Years later, Belle has blossomed into a beautiful young woman but her life under Judge Frollo is very sheltered. She spends most of her days indoors kusoma and when she is allowed to go outside, there’s only so far she is allowed to go.
On a siku when Frollo is called away to deal with some rowdy gypsies, Belle sneaks out and meets a puppeteer gypsy...