Disclaimer: I don't own it, if I did I would be in Narnia, not here writing about it. And I couldn't post from Narnia, because last I checked, Narnia does not have internet. ;)

Edmund sat on his throne at Peter's side. He was quite sure that he would scream if this did not stop. If he had to hear one more case as silly as the ones that had been brought to them that day... He tried to refocus as the mouse and the cat resumed their stories. It appeared that the mouse felt threatened by the cat. Six and a half years ago, if someonehad had the nerve to tell him that he and Peter would be sitting as judges over such a case. A year ago, itwould have seemed ridiculous to even think that he and Peter could be as close as they were, let alone sitting on thrones judging cases between talking animals.

He looked at the mouse who was currently talking. Her name was Lady Jinnik. It seemed that she had quite a case, considering that she was showing them her scratches. Apparently acat had attacked her, andshe had only gotten away because the cat had gotten sick from drinking sour milk. This brought them to the cat's side of the story. The cat, whose name was Mary,claimed that she had been druggedby a rat and that she attacked the mouse ONLY because she was hallucinating due to the 'poison in her milk'. Edmund fought the urge to roll his eyes. Surely this could be settled between the two of them. It appeared obvious to him. The mouse had simply been scratched by something and the cat had drunksour milk. Why did they need to complicate it so much?

"So, Lady Mary," Peter began, "What leads you to believe that you were poisoned and that it was not simply sour milk?"

Edmund chimed in, "Where did you get the milk? Is it possible that it was simply bad?"

Lady Mary looked astonished. "Surely your majesties are not siding against me already?"

Edmund was the first to speak up in denial of her claim, "No, Lady Mary, we are just trying to consider all possibilities."

Lady Mary did not answer, except witha nod of the head. She looked a tiny bit embarrassed at accusing her kings. After a moment she realized that they had asked her a question. "Oh, pardon me your majesties. I momentarily forgot the question. The milk had an odd taste to it from the start. I did not think much about it at the time,however, as I had a cold. I got the milk from my usual supplier, an old bull, whois a friend of mine. His name is Gornad, if you care to question him. I do not see how it could be bad, considering I drank it not an hour after buying it."

"Well," Edmund began, "If you noticed something odd, why would you not have checked into it, before drinking any more?I know you said that you had a cold, but you did notice something. Besides, how do you know that the cold was not a mere cold, but ratherwhat made you sick?"

Peter smiled slightly as he listened to his younger brother question the Good Cat. He could not believe the drastic changes he had seen in his younger brother over the past ten months. At eleven, Edmundwas three years younger than Peter. Peter knew that Edmund's experiences since coming to Narniahad been life changing; butthere were days that Edmund seemed so much like an adult that it scared Peter, and now was one of those times. He was proud of the changes in his little brother, but still... He jarred himself back into the real world in time to see Edmund grimace in conjunction with a statement made by Lady Jinnik. If Peter had not known his little brother so well, he would have thought that Edmund was taking the case far tooseriously. But behind that grimace, Peter had seen the slight smirk, that was hiding a fit of laughter at the predicament. That eased Peter's mind some about the way Edmund was acting.

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Ashleigh