Christine stepped out of her farm house, with a book tucked under her arm as she walked through the village she started singing. "Little town it's a quiet village, every day like the one before, little town full of little people waking up to say."
Townspeople stared opening there windows and shouted out "bonjour" "there goes the baker with his tray like always, the same bread and rolls to sell, every morning just the same. Since the morning that we came. To This poor provincial town."
Christine stopped singing for a mintue when she saw the baker.
"Good morning Christine,"
"morning monsier,"
"And where are you off to?"
"the book shop, I just finshed the most amazing story about a beanstack and a orge."
The baker didn't really seem to be listing and started yelling at his assistant. "Thats nice maurie the bagets hurry up!"
Christine rooled her eyes a bit, and continued to walk towards the book shop.
"Look there she goes the girl who's strange no question, dazed and distracted can't you tell, never part of any crowd cause her head stuck up on some cloud, no denying she's a funny girl that Christine."
"Bonjour,"
"Good day," "How is your family?"
"Bonjour,"
"Good day,""How is your wife?"
"I need six eggs, that's too expansive,"
"There must be more than this provincial life."
Christine walked into the book shop and it's owner greeted her warmly, "ah Christine."
"Good morning sir I've come to return the book I've borrowed."
"*laughs a little* finshed already"
"I couldn't put it down, have you got anything new?"
"Not since yesterday,"
"that's alright I'll borrow this one." "But you've read it twice,"
"Oh it's my favorite, far off places, daring sword fights, magic spells, a prince in digisue."
"If you like all that much it's yours,"
"But sir"
"I insist,"
"Well thank you very much,"
Christine walked out of the book shop, and started to read her book.
"Look there she goes the girl who's so peculiar,"
"I wonder if she's feeling well."
"With a dreay far off look and her nose stuck in book."
"What a puzzle to the rest of us, she's noting like the rest of us."
"Oh isn't this amazing, it's my favorite part because you'll see.
Here's where she meets Prince charming, but she won't discover that's it him till chapter 3."
"Now it's no wonder that her name means beauty, her looks have got no parrell."
"But behind that fair facade, I'm afraid she's rather odd, very different from the rest of us."
"She's nothing like the rest of us,"
"Very different from the rest of us, that girl."
Meanwhile Rauol the greatest hunter in the village was hunting wild birds with his brother philp.
*gun shoot*
"I got it Rauol!"
"Wow you didn't miss a shot Rauol, your the greatest hunter In the world"
"I know,"
"no beast stands a chance agasint you, and no girl for that matter. "
"Its true Philip and I've got my eye set on that one," he points at Christine.
"Gustave's daughter?"
"She the one, the lucky girl I'm going to marry.
"But she's so.."
"The most beautiful girl in town, that's makes her the best and don't I desvere the best."
"Of course you do,"
"Right form the moment when I meet her , saw her I said she's gorgeous and I felt, here in town there is only she who is beautiful as me, so I making plans to woo and marry her."
"Look there he goes, isn't he dreamy monsier Rauol, ah he so cute, I'm hardly breathing. He such a tall, dark, strong and hansome brute."
"Bonjour,"
"Pardon,"
"Good day"
"Excuse me."
"some cheese"
"Ten yards,"
"Please let me through,"
"This bread is stale,"
"Those fish they smell,"
"There must be more than this provincial life. "
"Just watch I'm going to make Christine my wife,"
"Look there she goes the girl who's strange but special, a most peculiar mademoiselle, it's a pity and a sin, she doesn't quite fit in. Cause she really is a funny girl, a beauty but funny girl, She is funny girl That Christine."