The next day, as Belle made her way to the bookshop, with Angelique at her side, she was surprised to see a number of colourful caravans trundling through the streets. Quite a few people had already gathered to see what all the fuss was about; and Mr Bookkeeper was amongst them.
“What’s going on, Mama?” whispered Angelique, clinging to Belle’s hand just in case it was something to be worried about.
Belle smiled down at her. “Probably nothing to be worried about, Angie. Let’s ask someone.”
With what energy they had left, Carl, Rapunzel and Russell dragged the house to the spot on top of Paradise Falls, just as the helium finally ran down in the balloons. Rapunzel perched herself on the bottom step of the porch, gazing over the Falls. It was beautiful, and she could see now why it had been her mother’s dream to move the house there. Carl glanced down at the picture of the Falls and smiled in relief. They had done it.
“Here.” Russell broke the silence and Rapunzel turned in time to see him throw his sash to the floor. “I don’t want this anymore.”
Stepping from the porch, Belle and Angel looked around. Never before had either of them seen so many colours all at once. After a while, their eyes were aching just looking at them.
“Tiny houses,” Belle observed. “I wonder who lives in them.”
“Hey, there’s a street sign,” Angel said, but before either of them could go to it, something happened that distracted them completely. A bright blue light, like a star, suddenly burst into being before them and then, as it faded, the figure of a woman stood where it had been. She was beautiful, with blonde...