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Giselle was finding her new home very interesting, if somewhat confusing still. It really was a lovely place, though, with such a lot of green and pretty trees and building and fascinating people.
The clothes, however , troubled Giselle. The box people got them from seemed to want to give her nothing but denim trousers and baggy sweatshirts, despite the heat, though she did manage to find the occasional t-shirt with picture of people she used to know on them, which was odd but at least more comfortable than the heavier clothing. And sometimes, it gave her dresses that she didn't much want to wear, but did see the promise in the materials. She finally had enough fabric collected from these things and was ready to make them into something pretty. The only problem was that, while she was very good at design, sewing was something she had always left to the mice and rabbits, who were far better at it than she was, and this place was lacking in mice and rabbits.
So she had come out to the edge of the jungle to see if she could make some new friends who would help her, but no matter how much she sang and called, no animals came. This was worse than New York, where at least the rats and pigeons and roaches had been friendly and welcoming. All the roaches she had seen on this island, though much larger than their New York relations, were very standoffish. It was a shame, really. Giselle very much wanted to make some friends here. She sang out again, and though at first she thought she had not succeeded, she soon heard a promising rustling in the greenery.
"Hello!" said Giselle, thrilled to meet a new friend, though he did look a bit familiar. Perhaps he knew Princess Jasmine's tiger. Maybe they were family! "How do you do? I'm Giselle, from Andalasia. Do you know Rajah, by any chance?"
The tiger just stared at her, its tail swishing lazily.
The clothes, however , troubled Giselle. The box people got them from seemed to want to give her nothing but denim trousers and baggy sweatshirts, despite the heat, though she did manage to find the occasional t-shirt with picture of people she used to know on them, which was odd but at least more comfortable than the heavier clothing. And sometimes, it gave her dresses that she didn't much want to wear, but did see the promise in the materials. She finally had enough fabric collected from these things and was ready to make them into something pretty. The only problem was that, while she was very good at design, sewing was something she had always left to the mice and rabbits, who were far better at it than she was, and this place was lacking in mice and rabbits.
So she had come out to the edge of the jungle to see if she could make some new friends who would help her, but no matter how much she sang and called, no animals came. This was worse than New York, where at least the rats and pigeons and roaches had been friendly and welcoming. All the roaches she had seen on this island, though much larger than their New York relations, were very standoffish. It was a shame, really. Giselle very much wanted to make some friends here. She sang out again, and though at first she thought she had not succeeded, she soon heard a promising rustling in the greenery.
"Hello!" said Giselle, thrilled to meet a new friend, though he did look a bit familiar. Perhaps he knew Princess Jasmine's tiger. Maybe they were family! "How do you do? I'm Giselle, from Andalasia. Do you know Rajah, by any chance?"
The tiger just stared at her, its tail swishing lazily.