Sleeping

The lights of all the small houses in the village were turned off. Only one house was lit, the house of the widow Maurice. Belle, one of Maurice's daughters, was a bookworm. Even though it was night, she was kusoma fairy tales kwa the light of a small candle.

"My prince charming," alisema the princess. They got married right away.'

Belle fell silent after kusoma that sentence, she had not yet found her prince charming. Of course, all the men of the village were in upendo with Belle, but Belle wanted to marry a conscientious, respectful and decent man, a prince. She turned the page of the book and...

The sekunde Arthur stepped into the castle, two large Great Danes flung themselves at him, barking madly. They both knocked Arthur off his feet, much to Belle’s alarm, and then, to her relief, began to lick his face, playfully. Merlin smiled.

“Tiger, Talbot!” snapped a large beefy man with red hair and moustache, seizing their collars and snatching them away. Arthur giggled and then looked up at the man, his smile quickly fading. “Now, look here, Wart!” demanded the man. “What’s the big idea of gallivanting off into the woods and worrying the living daylights out of everyone?!”...