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.
With what energy they had left, Carl, Rapunzel and Russell dragged the house to the spot on top, boven 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 verplaats 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.”