Here is chapter four, where Rapunzel meets Pascal! Thankyou very much to nickibecket1997 for favouriting my story, and Martyn, thanks for the suggestion!

Disclaimer: I do not own Tangled.

For Rapunzel's twelfth birthday, her mother got her some more paints, and a set of oil pastels. Rapunzel was delighted. She spent the next few weeks experimenting with the pastels, and trying out new drawing ideas. She was always full of ideas. Whenever she needed inspiration, she sat on her windowsill and looked out into her valley.

One quiet afternoon, as she looked down into her valley, she heard a little scuttling. It sounded like it was coming from the pot plant that sat on the windowsill. Carefully, she pulled apart the leaves. She couldn't see where the noise was coming from, until there was a tiny movement. There, nestled in the leaves, was a little chameleon. It was glaring at Rapunzel very hard – if it was possible for chameleons to glare. Her botany book would have disputed that fact, but there it was, a little chameleon, glaring at her.

Rapunzel slowly reached out her hand. The chameleon sniffed it cautiously, before suddenly jumping onto Rapunzel's hand.

Rapunzel nearly dropped the creature in surprise, but stopped herself just in time. Carefully stepping off the windowsill, she carried the little creature inside, being careful not to jolt it. She sat down slowly at the table, and rested her hand on the table. The little chameleon climbed off, and looked about it. Then it turned to Rapunzel, and looked into her eyes, holding perfect eye contact. It was a beautiful moment. Rapunzel was just beginning to wonder if the little creature would ever turn away, when the chameleon gave a nod of satisfaction, and made a flying leap off the table.

Rapunzel gasped and tried to find it, but it was already walking contentedly about the room, as if surveying it's territory. She quickly swept it up into her skirt, and carried it upstairs, into her room.

She put it on her bed, and it amused itself by trying to jump, and climb over the little ridges of her blanket. Rapunzel found an old box, and put an old pillowcase in the bottom, with a few rags from her scrap bag. Then she went back to her bed – but the chameleon was already gone.

Search revealed it under her bed, where it was trying to catch a small piece of fluff. She swept up the lizard and put it in the box, then carried it downstairs.

Sitting in her mother's chair, with the box on her lap, she looked at it again, and it looked at her. "Are you a boy or a girl?" she found herself asking out loud.

To her surprise, the creature nodded, as if inviting her to ask again.

"Are you a girl?" she found herself asking.

The little chameleon shook it's head violently.

"Are you a boy?" she asked.

The chameleon nodded frantically.

"What's your name?" she said. "Is it Charlie, or John?"*

The chameleon shook his head in disgust.

"I'm sorry, but those are the only boy names I know," said Rapunzel apologetically. "They do have different names to girls, right?"

The little chameleon rolled his eyes, then jumped out of his box with one huge leap. "Hey!" cried Rapunzel. The creature ignored her, and began searching the room. He leaped up onto the table, but couldn't quite make it. Rapunzel gave him a little push. He then scurried around among her art things, looking for a word. Rapunzel ducked into the kitchen to give the dinner a stir, but ran back when she heard a massive squeaking coming from the table. The little chameleon was pointing violently with his tale at her oil pastels. "Your name's Pastel!" Rapunzel cried.

The chameleon shook his head violently, then waved his front foot in a circular motion, inviting her to keep guessing.

"Pastal? Pasmal? Pascal?" asked Rapunzel. The chameleon finally nodded his head, and started turning around in a circle.

"Pascal! Your name's Pascal!" laughed Rapunzel, clapping her hands. Pascal turned around and around in his little victory dance.

Over the next few weeks, Pascal became a big part of Rapunzel's life. He did not leave the tower, but stayed with her. She could hardly remember a time when she had not known this strange little chameleon.

He had to stay hidden when her mother was around, for she hated all animals, especially small ones. Pascal was not too fond of Rapunzel's mother, either.

Pascal was always suggesting that they go and play Outside. Even after Rapunzel had explained many times that Outside was a dangerous place, and that her mother said that she was never going Outside, Pascal would still keep subtly suggesting that Outside was more exciting than Inside.

Sometimes, Rapunzel even caught herself wondering what the Outside was really like.

Especially around her Birthday.

*these are the authors of her Botany and Geology books :)

Stay tuned for the last instalment! (unless I come up with another idea down the track and decide to stick it in...)