The volgende morning Frollo acted like nothing happened and continued his zoek for the gypsy girl he knew that wherever she was Belle surely would be they came to small home pagina with a windmill outside the city the people gathered around saying that Frollo had gone mad and that he had never harmed anyone Esmeralda noticed all the commotion and figured that Pheobus would surely be here she had to warn him of Frollo both were inside the house talking with the homeowners "We found this gypsy talisman on your property have u been harboring gypsies?", "Our home pagina is always open to the...
The volgende 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.”
They made their way up to Mr Bookkeeper. “What’s going on?” Belle asked, politely.
Belle hurried back towards the house, her hart-, hart racing. “You’ve done it now, Angel,” she zei to the small cream Pomeranian/Chihuahua crossbreed that was scampering along at her heels. Pausing for breath outside the door, Belle looked down at her dog. “Why did u have to nip her?”
Angel hung her head and looked genuinely apologetic. Belle sighed. She could never stay angry at Angel for long. “I know, I know,” she said, leaning on the wall. “You did it because she came at us with a bezem and shouted at me.”
Pushing open the door, she slipped quickly inside the Benbow Inn, weaving...