I Want My Nose!

A/N: I did my best to get a two year old's way of talking, but as I am not two, but significantly older, please don't blame me if it's not the best! This will also be kind of short, so …sorry if you were expecting something longer.

Disclaimer: Of course I own Narnia! That's the reason I'm posting fan fiction, right?!

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Peter

Helen Pevensie was in the kitchen washing dishes when she heard her oldest, Peter, crying. He was screaming (yelling at the top of his lungs was more accurate) something that she thought was supposed to be words, but since he was barely two years old, he could be forgiven. She rushed into the living room and was about to scold her husband for playing to roughly with Peter, when she saw that he was only talking to him. She could also painfully hear Peter howling, "I want my nose!" David Pevensie had his thumb in between his index and middle finger, and Peter, apparently not seeing that there was a fingernail, thought it was his nose. "David, may I see you for a minute?" Helen asked this question a total of three times before she got an answer. The man in question got up, taking Peter's "nose" with him, despite his child whimpering, "Please Daddy, give me my nose back!"

"Can you just keep him a bit quieter? I just spent half the afternoon getting Susan to sleep!" She said as quietly as possible. David nodded, returned to his screaming offspring, and said soothingly, "Peter, I talked to your nose. Does he have a name?"

"Yes." Peter said proudly as he stopped screaming.

"Can you tell me his name? I don't want to offend him."

"It's a she. Her name is Ellie." Peter said confidentially.

"Oh. Well, Ellie says she needs you to be a bit quieter. You were giving her a headache-" he paused to hold in a laugh "-and Mummy just put Susie to sleep."

"Okay." Peter put his hands over where his nose should have been. "Daddy, Ellie likes you, but she likes me better. She wants to come back. I want my nose Daddy, please may I have her back?"Peter asked sadly.

"Well......I suppose. You have to close your eyes, turn around three times, then I have to say the magic words. You can't hear them, though, because they're magic."

Peter obediently closed his eyes and spun around three times, although he tripped at the end and fell on his bottom. he opened one eye and said, "Sorry Daddy. Will that ruin it?" He asked urgently.

"No Peter. Close your eyes now." As Peter did so, David hummed tunelessly for about four seconds, then pressed his son's "nose" back to his face.

"Alright, Pete, all done. Do you want to race to the kitchen and see if Mum has a biscuit for you?"

"Yeah!" Peter said as he toddled off in search of his mum.

"Hey, wait! I haven't said go yet!" David protested.

Peter returned, and as soon as he was back, he heard, "Go!"

Unfortunately, not 3 seconds after David yelled go, they both heard Susan crying, did a quick about-face, and headed off to the garden. David, after spying some on Helen and watching her leave to comfort her daughter, captured the cookie jar.

When Helen came back, she found the biscuit jar missing, and a ransom note for it, saying that the cookie thieves wanted a chocolate cake for dessert. It was signed, in Peter's handwriting (with David's translation underneath) 'Ellie'.

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Okay, I know I should be working on Meeting the family, but this was written first. If enough people want, I can try to do ones for Susan, Edmund, and Lucy.

I also realise that it is short. I do hope the pacing was better. I read it to my mother, and she said the pacing was great, except the end, so I re-did that.

If you're American (as I happen to be), biscuit is cookie.

Writer'sblock7777 wanted a chocolate cookie with cherries on top. ( 0 ) --That's the best I can do. I hope it's good enough!

Please review! I'm still giving out invisible cookies. -- (#) peanut butter (0) special request (:.:) sprinkles. If you want a different kind, please inform me.