Rapunzel stomped around the room.
"The witch cannot trap me here forever!
I'll escape from this tower!
I'll find the prince and go home!"
Rapunzel dropped to the floor. "But how?"
Prickle fluttered around her head.
"I wish I could fly," Rapunzel said.
"Oh! Maybe there's a flying potion."
Rapunzel ran to her magic book.
But there was no flying potion.
"I have no rope . . . no potion . . .
What can I do?"
Prickle was still fluttering about.
Suddenly Rapunzel had an idea.
The bird often brought her things.
"That's it!" Rapunzel cried.
"Prickle, my hair is at the bottom of the tower.
Can you bring it to me?"
Prickle chirped and flew to the ground.
He grabbed the long rope of hair.
But it was heavy.
He could not fly.
Rapunzel watched him.
"Prickle! Try a little at a time!"
Prickle tried again.
He flew up with some hair in his beak.
Rapunzel clapped. "Thank you!
Can you bring me more?"
Prickle flew down again.
He came back with more hair.
He flew back and forth, again and again.
Before long Rapunzel had a new rope.
Quickly she made a bag from a sheet.
She put some things in the bag.
She tossed it out the window.
Rapunzel tied the rope to the window and slid down.
"I'm free!" she cried.
"Now I will find the prince!"
She ran through the forest.
She searched everywhere.
The moon was bright, but the woods were dark.
"Prince, where are you?" she called.
Suddenly she heard a groan.
"The prince!" Rapunzel cried happily.
A dark shape lay on the ground.
But it was not the prince.
It was . . . the witch!