Wee Weasel Tales: Hell Hath No Fury

Daddy's Little Girl Comes Home

This is the fifteenth chapter of the fourth Willimeena installment: 'Hell Hath No Fury'!

Jerry & Co find the detention room, and sneak in ... to find Arabia there, but she's not alone! 🥺🥺

Arabia and her dad finally reunite after months of separation, with lots of tears, hugs, and heartwarming words!

I hope that you guys like it! 👍

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On the way to the 'detention' room, a few minutes later ...

Through a side door, two right turns, and down another corridor ... the trio went, led by a now-grimacing Cammy.

The detention room had never really been one of her favourite places ... due to spending a lot of time in there as a child.

Most of that was due to the mousy-haired woman's mood swings. But they had to rescue the boss's little girl ...

Cammy inwardly sighed, as the aforementioned door loomed into view in front of them, at the end of the corridor.

It looked just as it did before ... except it was unusually wide open. All three of the escapees could hear childish sobs and voices coming from within.

"It's okay ... it's okay ..." a man's voice spoke soothingly from inside the room.

"Dada, where is dada ..." a little girl's voice cried, laden with sadness and despair.

"Bia!" Jerry muttered with hope, as he immediately strode forward and into the room.

A wary Arty and Cammy followed him, tensing themselves for a possible confrontation past the door.

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Inside the 'detention' room, seconds later ...

The detention room was a starkly-bare place with not much furniture ... apart from a chair, a lamp, and a single cot in the far left corner.

Luckily, for Jerry & Co ... the owners of the voices weren't paying attention to their entrance.

Slowing their stride to a tiptoeing walk, the trio saw a young male staffer with blonde hair bending over the aforementioned cot.

Jerry Willis's heart simultaneously swelled with joy as he saw Arabia in the bed ... and sank in worry as he saw her clear misery.

The five-year-old girl was all hunched up in sadness; crying quietly into Willimeena Weasel's soft fur, as she hugged the doll tightly to her chest.

Arabia was also dressed in a set of ill-fitting clothes; which looked dirty, brownish, and shapeless on her.

In Jerry's eyes ... it was like they were ugly weeds trying to stifle a beautiful, growing flower.

"Listen, I know that you've had a hard day, Arabia", the staffer spoke again. "But you can't just go whacking other kids—"

"Don't care! I want my dada!" the aforementioned child retorted, too upset to really talk to the staffer.

Arabia lifted her head from Willimeena's fur to scowl at the aforementioned chap, her cheeks streaked with tears.

All of a sudden, the little girl's expression changed completely ... much to the staffer's surprise!

It first changed to a look of dawning hope, and then a mix of pure ecstasy and happiness!

"Daddy!" Arabia squealed in joy, holding her arms up ... seemingly at the staffer.

The aforementioned man was not surprisingly bemused at the sudden change of behaviour, but also ... happy?

Maybe Arabia was starting to warm up to the orphanage at last? The little girl had been nothing but depressed ever since she'd arrived.