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What Had Happened On ‘Finding Serendipity’?
- The silver string was caught by Baxterr with his flying wings and caught Tuesday, bringing her and Vivienne back to Vivienneβs house.
The string is dropped by Mothwood and Baxterrβs wings donβt grow so he cannot stop it. Tuesday jumps off the ship in order to find the silver string and drowns at sea. The pirates steal Baxterr from her.
- Β Vivienne decides not to go to the real world and stays back to the call of adventure.
Vivienne fights off most of the crew and saves Baxterr and finally Baxterr grows his wings and flies off to safety. Vivienne is unable to find Tuesday (she is assumed dead from drowning at sea) for a few hours so they fly back to the normal world without βThe Endβ due to Baxterr being in the normal world long enough to be apart of it and he isnβt the writer of the book (Itβs Tuesdayβs) so he can escape.
- Tuesday reunites with her family and with Serendipity, they end Tuesdayβs book with βThe Endβ string.
Vivienne informs Dennis and Serendipity of their daughterβs death which pushes Serendipity in a deep depression and begins writing about her daughter, Tuesday in a new book series βTuesdayβs Misadventures.β
ALTERNATE ENDING:
From Page 264
She hoped Mothwood would believe her bluff. She knew there was no way she and Baxterr could get home without the ball of string.
βOh well then,β he sarcastically remarked, βIf it doesnβt matter Iβll just toss it overboard.β
He lurched slowly towards the railing.
βAre you sure it doesnβt matter?β he asked, looking back at her.
βYes,β replied Tuesday, her jaw clenched in a nervous voice.
And then she relaxed.
βYes,β she repeated, βIβm quite sure it doesnβt matter.β
And in that moment she suddenly and absolutely believed everything that would be all right. If he threw the thread overboard, she might never get home. She would have to stay here in this strange land forever but she would never abandon Baxterr or Vivienne. Not for anything in the world.
βLetβs see if you truly mean that,β Mothwood exclaimed.
Mustering all his strength, Mothwood heaved the silver ball out over the ocean. It flew in a high arc, quickly plummeting down into the monstrous rough ocean waves. Suddenly, a splash was heard but it wasnβt from the stringβ¦ instead, it was Tuesday. Baxterr saw what happened and began barking loudly, trying to break free from the pirates that were taking him down under the deck of the ship; his bark rang the piratesβ ears as they quickly covered them with their hands after leaving him trapped.
Vivienne did not panic. She managed to fight off most of the pirates and quickly hurried to retrieve Baxterr while Mothwood and his crew were distracted by Tuesdayβs departure. Vivienne went down under the deck and discovered that Baxterr had grown white, feathery wings sprouting out from his back widely- he was a flying dog after all.
βNo time to lose,β Vivienne whispered to Baxterr, βTake us away from the ship. They will realise weβre still here very soon and have us dead.β
Baxterr quiet in the dark corner of crates, dragged himself poorly to Vivienne where Vivienne got on top of him as they flew out of the ship dramatically- Mothwoodβs crew were too busy pondering on Tuesday to notice the escape of the two adventurers. Baxterr flapping his wings over the blue teary ocean, eventually arrived back at Vivienneβs treehouse. Baxterr was whimpering throughout the entire trip.
βHey, itβs okay, Iβll search for her- she wonβt be lost. Alas, Iβd never leave a friend behind,β she reassured Baxterr.
βJust stay here- itβs not safe for you to go back there, Iβll be back with Tuesday before you know it!β Vivienne faked a smile as she blurted the words out of her mouth.
Before Baxterr could disagree, she took her ship The Silverfish out into the ocean again to seek her beloved and trusted friend. Baxterr lay on the beachy sand, tired and lonely and drowsily fell asleep before it was even sunset.
With moonlight peaking through the shade of the green ferns beside Baxterr, he had awoken to only Vivienne sitting next to him with a frown. She touched him gently with a comforting pat, whispering quietly, βI canβt find her, Iβm sorry.β
Baxterr had a bitter taste in his mouth, he couldnβt sense Tuesday any longer; all he could smell was the salty and savoury sea. The pair lay on the beach with melancholy for a while before Baxterr began to βarfβ repeatedly.
His nose pointed to the skies, as his eyes were on Vivienne.
βIs that where you have come from? Iβm sure you can take us there, this isnβt your adventure after all. It was Tuesdayβs. Iβll have to inform her loved ones of her passing,β Vivienne exclaimed, in a serious tone. βYouβve probably been in your world long enough to be able to come back even though you really belonged here.β
Baxterr spread his wings as Vivienne hopped onto him; they were going back home without Tuesday. He flew gracefully through the sad misty night, whimpering as he went further away from the sea and closer to home. Eventually, he made it to the clouds, going even further to find his way back home.
When he arrived back home in the compact confinement he always had lived in, it was dim and only one room had its lights on- the attic. He went towards the open window in the attic and stepped onto the little perch with his wings evaporating into nothing. He was home, but it didnβt feel like it. Baxterr went inside, Vivienne following.
The sound of sniffing and some crying were heard across the room, behind a velvet armchair that was revealed to be from Tuesdayβs mother, Serendipity Smith. Along with her was Dennis, her husband, who had been trying to comfort her for the past few hours. Baxterr barked twice to grab their attention, as they turned around to find him and Serendipityβs fictional protagonist, Vivienne Small.
Murmuring and even more sniffing occurred as Serendipity ran across to Vivienne asking with a worried voice, βWhere is my daughter?β
She wasnβt even fazed with the thought that Vivienne had come into the real world, and was more focused on what happened to Tuesday.
βShe plunged into the ocean to retrieve that silver string that Mothwood had taken from her. I couldnβt find her for half a day and I searched the whole sea,β Vivienne replied.
Dennis let out Β a sigh, coming towards Baxterr and Vivienne too as he said, βItβs my fault. I led her astray when she wasnβt ready.β
All of a sudden, a string glided through the window, landing into Serendipityβs hands. The End.
Tueday had not ended the book. She had ended herself.
A strand of blonde hair was caught in the string, it was Tuesdayβs. Vivienne was in total denial that she had drowned prior but this only proved her wrong; Tuesday had found the string, but only it came back, without her. Serendipity couldnβt believe her eyes, they were welling up with tears streaming down like a waterfall dripping into a puddle as her mouth became wide. She had lost her daughter, her daughter she would never see again, and she never got to spend time with her because she had been writing the last book of the Vivienne Small Series.
It was ironic enough that writing the last book, Tuesday had set out an adventure to find her own mother in the strange fantasy of magical books that literally came to life, even though Serendipity herself had already returned home when Tuesday journeyed to a whole different plane of existence; a dimension that defied any logic. Serendipity, still crying, faltered hesitantly to the old typewriter where Tuesday had begun this peregrination. She knew it needed to be done, a tribute to her treasured daughter that only a few people would remember had she not have told anybody. She placed the string lightly atop of the paper, where Tuesday had been writing her book about finding her motherβ¦ when the string enlightened to a golden glow, moving itself to be a cursive βThe Endβ. Tuesdayβs book, seemingly heartwarming, ending so utterly bittersweet.
A Year Laterβ¦
βSugar, can you pass the maple syrup?β Dennis cheerfully asked.
βSure thing, youβre making pancakes again? This is the best! Thank you,β Vivienne responded, smiling. As she passed the syrup, fair footsteps had crossed into the room- Serendipity Smith.
βGood morning! Howβs the pancakes, Vivi? Iβm sure they taste greatβ¦β Serendipity said, trailing off as she chuckled. She took a plate of three pancakes spread evenly with syrup from her sweet Vivienne as she went upstairs to the attic. The room was bright for the first time in a year. The curtains no longer covered the window, as the sun shined through like a bright smile. In a steady pace, Serendipity sat back down onto her velvet chair in front of the typewriter. The black rectangular box of the ball of string had carefully been opened prior for the near ending of Serendipityβs new book. She was the worldβs best author and her fellow global fans have been craving for more after the ending of Vivienne Small.
Serendipity placed the plate of pancakes down next to the typewriter and picked up the string, placing it on the bottom of the paperβ¦ engraving βThe End,β once more like it had done so many times before. Only this time, it was with acceptance. Her real daughter, although gone, she had come to terms with the fact that sheβd never see her again but she would be kept alive in the heart of Dennis, herself and Vivienne who had been adopted shortly after Tuesdayβs passing when she decided to retire from her adventures in the book world. Not only that, but Tuesday would be revived in the everlasting new book series, βTuesdayβs Misadventures: A Tribute To My Daughterβ.
2 comments
Next time, could you please write a more compact review? This took a very long time to read!!
PS: It looks like you wrote about half the book... :)