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A tale as old as time a twisted tale
A tale as old as time a twisted tale










a tale as old as time a twisted tale

When she got to her room, the wardrobe was asleep. Life is a strange mixture of all of these genres, she mused, and it doesn’t have nearly as neat and happy an ending as you often get in books. In scientific books there were no dinnertime revelations of a terrible matter. In morality plays and farces there were rarely serious discussions of racial tension, mob mentality, pogroms, or plague. In adventure books there weren’t awkward pauses or embarrassing social scenes. She held the balustrades tightly as she ascended the stairs, pulling herself along, deep in thought. Sighing at how crazy her life had become in the last few days, Belle tiredly-and stiffly, too, in her own way-headed up to her room. Potts said, shuffling off into the kitchen.īelle wondered who babysat the baby cups during the dinner party. If it weren’t for the twitch of her spout, Belle never would have known she was anything but.

a tale as old as time a twisted tale

Potts felt warm but unmoving in her hand-just like a real, normal teapot.

A tale as old as time a twisted tale code#

She wasn’t sure if it was breaking some sort of unspoken code among the cursed, but it just felt right. With some alarm Belle reacted before she thought, gently picking up Mrs. She struggled to waddle her way to the edge of the table, the end of the parade of creatures retreating back to the kitchen. It used to be quite a magical place, in all senses of the word. Disease…ethnic cleansing…a king and queen who didn’t care for their people…” “I wonder if maybe your whole kingdom was cursed long before my mother showed up. “You’ve done more to bring life-and change-into these walls than anything has in the past ten years.” The gesture seemed to be the equivalent of a knowing smile. “You’ve done enough-I mean that sincerely,” the teapot said, turning this way and that but keeping her spout directed at Belle. “But the whole point was to give you all a night off!” Belle protested. “We’ll deal with it fresh and early in the morning.” “I just have a few more dishes,” Belle said, also getting up. Maybe, like Cinderella, the magic changed at midnight. They were probably just tired, and didn’t show it the way normal people did. Belle wondered about that-but then Cogsworth’s face chimed. Some of them weren’t moving too well at all one of the spoons seemed so sleepy and stiff that she had to be carried by her friends. “I think, maybe, we should all retire,” Lumière suggested, trying to sound like his old self again.Īll the spoons, cups, mops, garden equipment, and assorted animated household things clipped and clanked and clopped stiffly down from the table, onto the chairs, and finally to the floor.












A tale as old as time a twisted tale