I felt so bad for putting The House on hold, I wrote this for all of my readers. THEN I NEED TO GO LEARN MY TIMES TABLES THAT I STILL DON'T KNOW! I know. I'm rubbish at them. Still, I'll write this first. By the way, Lucy is a little OOC. Sorry.
For one of my best friends, Esther, after an email she sent me. Thanks, Egg, if you're reading!
Peter liked eggs. Susan liked eggs. Edmund liked eggs. Lucy… didn't like eggs. In fact, she hated them. Any type of eggs and bang, she was off. She detested them.
However, nobody knew why she hated them so much. It could have been that person dressed as an egg who had tried to hug her when she was little. Or it could have been the eggs that had burnt while she was out, and nearly set the house on fire. It could have been the dyed green eggs at a Halloween party that she had been forced to eat. It could have been the circus she and her siblings had been to where she had been forced to the stage and pelted with eggs.
So you see, you couldn't really blame her for her hate of eggs. It was when she tried to ban eggs that it got out of hand.
"No Lucy, seventy six percent of the population of Narnia like eggs, so you cannot ban them," Susan tried to explain.
"Who cares? I'm a Queen, I can have what I want."
"Well, the other three monarchs like eggs, so you're still outvoted. And you're the youngest."
"Don't get eggy with the eggs, Lu," Edmund joked. Lucy pulled a face.
"Come on, Lu, without eggs there would be no cakes," Peter bribed. "But I'm sure if you really want eggs to be banned, well, I'm sure we could sort something out."
Lucy looked alarmed. "Oh no! No, I think eggs should stay. How could you ban them?"
Eww. Eggs. Horrible little things, but still compulsory. Oh well, I don't feel so bad now. But unfortunately I still have to learn my tables. Au revoir, readers!