"Oh Flounder, isn't he beautiful?" Ariel alisema quietly, as she stroked the statues cheek that had been half broken off from the damage it experienced. kweta looked worriedly at her, and nodded silently. He wasn't in on this whole, "human-mermaid" upendo story. He knew if Ariel was to dare go through with it, King Triton would have her locked up in the ngome until the siku she died.
Sebastian squeezed himself in through a small hole in the giant rock, as crabs were known to be able to songesha about tight areas. He hid behind a pair of binoculars, which Scuttle had named "a Shibbleshpob," and listened...
continue reading...