Mothers Hug Their Kids

“But why can’t I go with you?” Belle asked.

The seven jaar old wriggled her shoulders inside her slightly baggy grey tunic. It was a little chilly inside the Palace of Justice. Sarah smiled and put her hands on the child’s shoulders.

“Because the Captain won’t allow someone as small as u aboard the ship, Belle. When you’re older, maybe, but for now, u have to stay here.”

“You’ll be a good girl for Mr Frollo, won’t you?” added Clayton.

“Yes, Papa,” Belle replied, dutifully. Judge Claude Frollo didn’t really look like the type who’d take care of children, but...

Rapunzel pleaded with mother Gothel:

"Mom please. Let me go outside."

Gothel mother shook her head no. Rapunzel's hair was what she needed. To get the point across, Gothel handed Rapunzel a bowl of cherries.

"Bake pies."

Rapunzel sighed and got to work. She never liked making kers-, cherry pie. Rapunzel hated the cherry.

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At that time, Aladdin was fleeing Jafar and his men with his usual strength. He had stolen a lamp, and with the genie in that lamp, his dreams would come true. He suddenly realized that the bullies weren't chasing him anymore. But Aladdin was very hungry. He had a piece of brood left...

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Tᴡᴏ
Tʜᴇ Dɪʟᴇᴍᴍᴀ

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"Merde*," Spy groaned. "We've barely had a dag here and there's already a problem on our hands!"
"Hey, we'll all get through this!" Esmeralda began. "In Paris I've survived really harsh winters, and I didn't even have much back then! If we keep our heads up and hopefully we've gotten--" She was cut off door Sniper.
"Yeah, Esmeralda, but...this winter came unexpectedly. It's supposed to be in the middle of summer. We haven't really taken much to go up against these conditions."
"Brrrrr, can we please get home pagina soon? It's getting cold already!" Rapunzel...