Foam:
Edmund gulped down his hot cocoa and sat his empty mug down with a satisfied sigh.
The girls looked at each other and tried not to giggle.
"What's so funny," Edmund asked.
Peter clapped him on the shoulder as he said, "Look's like we've found our Father Christmas for the festivities!"
The girls couldn't hold it in any longer, and joined Peter in laughing.
Edmund looked at his reflection in his spoon; white, creamy foam covered his normally black beard and mustache.
Recent:
Susan walked into her sitting room and stared.
Everything, from the writing desk to the window sill, was covered in brightly colored flowers.
Lilies, violets, roses, poseys, tulips. It was as if someone had uprooted the garden and put it in her sitting room.
One particular rose bud was in a vase that sat proudly on top of a note.
Beautiful flowers for a beautiful Queen, the note read.
Susan had to admit that her most recent suitor was definitely a step up from that old Tarkaan.
Grasshopper:
"Peter?"
"What is it, Lu?"
"Are all of the animals in Narnia talking animals?"
"Well, all of the ones I've met have been talking animals, so I suppose they must be."
"Do you suppose even the grasshoppers are talking grasshoppers?"
"I don't know. Let's go find out!"
Jigsaw:
Peter sat curled up by the fire reading. Susan was spread out on the floor working on a puzzle. She had it nearly finished when the sounds of high pitched squeals and thundering feet met their ears. Lucy bounded into the room, dashing Susan's puzzle to pieces, and hid behind Peter.
"Peter can't save you this time," Edmund called, as he too, crumpled Susan's hard work to bits.
"What on earth," Peter exclaimed.
"All I did was tickle him," Lucy said innocently.
"The Just shall not be tickled," Edmund proclaimed dramatically.
"Never mind that! Look at my jigsaw," cried Susan.