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Beatrice opened the door to let her dog, Morris, play outside. With the door open, she was blasted with a wall of freezing cold air. She knew she would get frostbitten if she went out with him, so she just stood in the cold and waited for Morris to come. Morris came running from the parlor, and ran out the door at top speed. Beatrice quickly shut the door behind him, keeping any more cold air from seeping into the warm, cozy house.
She then walked to the window to watch and make sure he wouldn't run away into the wood. Beatrice laughed to herself as she watched him eat snow and roll around in the powdery white substance. Then her attention began to wander. She looked to the trees, and the way the snow coated the spindly branches of the trees reminded her. They reminded her of some adventures she had last fall. After throwing a rock at a bluebird, her whole family was put under a curse to be bluebirds until their wings were snipped away. Beatrice had left home to get magical scissors to solve the problem, meeting many people on her adventure to save her family.
Two of the people whom she had met were Wirt and Greg. Wirt was a shy, awkward teenager. She remembered how he had told her that he played clarinet and recited poetry. For as normal as he wanted to be, he was awfully unique. Greg was a precocious little boy. He had always come up with little songs, and did silly little things, like eating leaves. She remembered how she had almost lost both of them permanently. Seeing Greg turn into an Edelwood tree had scared her into realizing the consequences of her actions. If she hadn't led them to Adelaide, who had the magical scissors, they would have stayed with her, thus avoiding the clutches of the Beast. Tears began to sting her eyes. She missed them a lot.
"Beatrice! Come to the kitchen, I need you to help set the table for dinner!" Beatrice heard her mother call.
"On my way!" Beatrice yelled back. She jumped up and walked quickly to the door to call Morris back in. Opening the door, she was hit with another blast of freezing cold air. Shaking it off, she scanned the yard for the friendly dog. A look of horror settled onto her face as she realized that he was gone. He must have wandered off while she was daydreaming!
"Beatrice! Come here now!" She heard her mother yell again. She would have to search for Morris later. How much trouble could a dog really get into, anyways? Beatrice closed the door and walked to the kitchen, discouraged.
"Did you bring Morris back in?" Her mother asked.
"Well, I went to let him back in, but he wasn't there. That's what took me so long. Should I go looking for him?" She asked her mother, who was now looking almost as concerned as her redheaded daughter.
"Don't go looking for him just yet. We'll eat, and if he's not back by the time we're done, then you can go searching for him with your father and Benjamin," Beatrice rolled her eyes. Even before the bluebird incident, her mother was reluctant to let her daughter go off by herself. Seeing her mother's stern glare which warned her not to argue, she nodded her head.
"It'll be alright, honey. Go set the table, dinner is ready," Her mother said, giving her a one-armed hug while handing her the silverware. Beatrice did as she was told. By the time she set the table, all her brothers and sisters were sitting at the table. Beatrice took her place and picked at her food, still worried about Morris. It wasn't like Morris to run off without a reason. She wished she had gone to look for him, after all.
