Empty Backdrop from Aladdin

It was well after sunset when Cenerentola woke up. Cinderella's stomach grumbled. She hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast. She walked to the door and opened it. She looked left and right down the empty hallway. Her stomach grumbled again a little louder. "I'm not going to find anything to eat in here." She detto and quietly closed the door as she stepped into the hallway. With her stomach still rumbling she wandered off to find the cucina to eat something.

-------------------------------------------------------

Cogsworth knocked on the door to the masters bedroom. After no response Cogsworth...

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 ciliegia pie. Rapunzel hated the cherry.

#
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 pane left...

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Tᴡᴏ
Tʜᴇ Dɪʟᴇᴍᴍᴀ

~

"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's been three days since the kids recovered so I took the kids to the park to play, I felt bad for them being stuck in their rooms with nothing to do. However I did unfortunately have to explain some things to them when they chased a scoiattolo up a tree, a rabbit into its hole, and an old lady’s cat into her arms. However afterwards it was much better, I loved to watch them play, I even joined them; I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun. Afterwards we went back home but suddenly there was a knock at the door. It was an old lady with purple hair in a bun, green eyes, quite ugly,...

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...