"As he walked to the stable, he passed beneath a beautiful trellis filled with the most lovely rose blossoms. Reminded of his daughter, Beauty, and her simple request, he plucked a single rose. Suddenly, behind him there was a terrifying roar, and he turned to see a horrible beast about to pounce on him.
“How dare you?!” the Beast snarled. “I have saved your life, fed and clothed you, and made you a guest in my house, and you steal the one thing I love the most—my roses! I give you fifteen minutes to make your peace with heaven before I tear you from limb to limb!”
“Please!” the merchant cried, and fell to his knees trembling. “Please, my lord, have pity! I took the rose only as a gift for one of my daughters. I had no idea..."