Bella

I love the name Bella. It means pretty, right?

Suddenly there appeared before them the Beast who said to the merchant, "Is this thy youngest daughter?" And when he had said that it was, he said, "Is she willing to stop here with me?" And then he looked at Bella who said, in a trembling voice, "Yes, sir."

The Beast returned to Bella and said to her, "This house with all that therein is is thine; if thou desirest aught clap thine hands and say the word and it shall be brought unto thee." And with that he made a sort of bow and went away.

So they spoke together about the garden and about the house and about her father's business and about all manner of things, so that Bella lost altogether her fear of the Beast.

So it went on for many days, Bella seeing and talking to the Beast every day, till she got quite to like him, until one day the Beast did not come at his usual time, just after the mid-day meal, and Bella quite missed him.

At last she came to the rose-bush from which her father had plucked the rose, and there, under it, what do you think she saw! There was the Beast lying huddled up without any life or motion. Then Bella was sorry indeed and remembered all the kindness that the Beast had shown her; and she threw herself down by it and said, "Oh, Beast, Beast, why did you die? I was getting to love you so much."

Thereupon the prince sent for the merchant and his daughters, and he was married to Bella, and they all lived happy together ever afterwards.

If First Nations interest you, maybe read the article "Determining the Availability of Traditional Wild Plant Foods: An Example of Nuxalk Foods, Bella Coola, British Columbia."

If you like First Nations, maybe read the article "Complex predicate-argument relations in Bella Coola."

If you are a First Nations fan, maybe read the article "Bella Coola and North Wakashan: Convergence and diversity in the Northwest Coast Sprachbund."