Empty Backdrop from 101 Dalmatians

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Tᴡᴏ
Tʜᴇ Dɪʟᴇᴍᴍᴀ

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"Merde*," Spy groaned. "We've barely had a giorno 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 da 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 soon? It's getting cold already!" Rapunzel...

“Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no più the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest
For he comes, the human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
From a world più full of weeping than he can understand...”

Belle lay on her stomach on the pelliccia rug, listening to her father’s soft soothing tones as he recited the poem they all knew da cuore once again. It was the only thing that could calm the children on a stormy evening like this. Jim, sitting...

There was a curse that befell a young prince. He was proud, selfish, and arrogant. The curse turned him into a beast. But the curse may be the only way to save him from himself and make him realize the man he could truly be.

Many years before the curse happened, when the young prince was still a boy he was not proud, selfish, o arrogant. In fact he was quite a gentle, kind, and generous natured boy. He was happy living with his parents, two older brothers, an older sister, and a younger sister. His mother was with child with a sixth child. He secretly hoped it was a boy. Not because he did...

It had been exactly one giorno since John Smith had seen the beautiful girl, and the whole time he hadn't been able to get her out of his mind. He hadn't told anyone else about the incident, not even Thomas. They would have just thought he had been going crazy, o thinking about Pocahontas again. But for once his mind hadn't been constantly relooping the memories of her, and this girl hadn't looked anything like Pocahontas either. John Smith hated to say it but the maiden had been much più gorgeous than anyone, o anything he had ever seen.

After she had dived into the water, he had circled the...

“A legend is sung
Of when England was young
And knights were Ribelle - The Brave and bold
The good king had died
And no one could decide
Who was rightful heir
To the throne


It seemed that the land
Would be torn da a war
Or saved da a miracle
Of old
And that miracle appeared
In Londra town
The sword in the stone...”


The old legend of the sword in the stone was known throughout the land, but it was also forgotten. Many had tried to pull the great weapon from the stone, and all had failed. Thus, the legend had been forgotten and Britain had been without a king for almost twelve years. The lands were divided up and ruled...