Chapter 3
Belle looked at everything in the back of her father’s carriage. She was excited. “Am I forgetting anything?” She asked herself. “It feels like I’m forgetting something.”
Belle again took stock. Her father’s masterpiece cuckoo clock was there. There was enough food for four days. She had even included a few changes of clothes and a blanket so that he could sleep in the carriage at night. This was everything she usually packed for her father’s trips into the city. She couldn’t have forgotten anything.
Her father stepped out of their house and descended the stairs to the cobblestones. Although a little frazzled like always, he looked as excited as Belle. “Oh, Belle, I feel like I’m forgetting something.”
“Don’t worry, Papa, I’ve double checked. You have everything you need to g
