With what energy they had left, Carl, Rapunzel and Russell dragged the house to the spot on tuktok of Paradise Falls, just as the helium finally ran down in the balloons. Rapunzel perched herself on the bottom step of the porch, gazing over the Falls. It was beautiful, and she could see now why it had been her mother’s dream to ilipat the house there. Carl glanced down at the picture of the Falls and smiled in relief. They had done it.
“Here.” Russell broke the silence and Rapunzel turned in time to see him throw his sash to the floor. “I don’t want this anymore.”