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Squeaky, fueled by corn and music, zipped up the bark. He looped the yarn around the kite’s wooden frame. Bella gently tugged the other end from the ground. With a rhythmic tug-and-wiggle , the purple dragon slid free from the leaves and drifted down into Bella’s waiting arms.

Once upon a time, in a town where the trees whispered secrets and the clouds looked like giant scoops of vanilla ice cream, lived a girl named . bella stuart

"Squeaky," Bella said kindly, "could you carry this string up to my dragon?" Squeaky, fueled by corn and music, zipped up the bark

Bella Stuart realized that day that Should I change the setting of Bella’s next adventure, or fueled by corn and music