It's night, and Balto is sleeping , and he's doing a bad dream. Balto dreamed of running away on a sea of ice, from , monsters made of wind in the shape of dragons. Balto had no way of escape , the wolf-dog heard a voice . " Balto ? " , "Eh , I think I know that voice " , said the dog, wolf , and you will see the image , " Jenna ! " Balto screams , "Do not be afraid , Balto I am with you " , Balto tries to go to her, but the image of Jenna disappeared , and the ice, came out of a big and gigantic ice dragon , Balto stopped, the wolf-dog , had no way of escape the dragon ghiacio opened...
Belle waited until after breakfast to tell her father what she had told her mother, about Frollo. Even though she kept reminding herself that he was her father and she didn’t need to be nervous about telling him anything, she felt nervous even so. It just felt awkward talking to her father about something so intimate.
“It has to be done,” she muttered to herself, before approaching him. He was standing over by the bow of the ship. “Papa, can we talk?”
Clayton smiled. “Of course, sweetie.” Then, he noticed the look on her face. “Belle, what’s wrong?”