Lost in the Snow
Disclaimer: I don't own Chronicles of Narnia, CS Lewis does, and Disney owns the movies.
This story takes place a few months before the Pervensie children entered Narnia. The fawn is 9 years old in human years.
The stars shone brightly in the dark sky like little twinkling lights, and the air was bitter cold. Snow and ice blanketed the ground and roof tops, while icicles were dangling off the branches of the trees.
Mr. and Mrs. Beaver were outside the door saying goodbye to their hosts Mr. and Mrs. Badger.
"Goodbye," said Mrs. Beaver. "Thanks for inviting us to your party. We had a wonderful time."
"You're welcome," said Mrs. Badger. "We very were glad to have you."
"Come again," said Mr. Badger. "You are always welcome here."
"You are also welcome in our home too," said Mr. Beaver.
Mr. and Mrs. Beaver walked away from the Badgers' hole while the Badgers shut the door.
"That was a lovely party," said Mrs. Beaver.
"It certainly was," said Mr. Beaver. "I wish we didn't have such a long walk home; it's freezing."
"Let's go home the other way," said Mrs. Beaver. "It is a little shorter."
"We will still be frozen by the time we get home," said Mr. Beaver.
"We'll keep each other warm," said Mrs. Beaver while she linked her arms in her husband's.
They began to walk through the woods in knee deep snow both of them were very cold despite the fact that they had fur and were walking very close together. After they were walking for about 10 minutes Mr. Beaver complained about the freezing cold again.
"It's freezing," Mr. Beaver complained. "It shouldn't be this cold in July."
"That's the Witch's doing. If Aslan were here right now, it would be summer instead of winter."
"Well, I hope he hurries up, I'm tired of this freezing cold," Mr. Beaver complained. "Even my fur is not keeping the cold out."
"He'll come when the time is right; we just have to put our trust in Him."
"I hope it's soon."
"Why don't we talk about something else to get our minds off this cold?"
"Let's talk about the party; I had lots of fun there."
"I had lots of fun there too; it was a wonderful party," said Mrs. Beaver. "I really enjoyed myself. I enjoyed the singing and dancing, talking with a lot of the other guests, and joking with our friends there."
"There was also a lot of delicious food; such as vegetable soup, pumpkin pies, cakes, nuts, and berries," Said Mr. Beaver.
"That's all you think about is food," she laughed.
Mr. Beaver smiled. "That's the best part about this party."
"Well, I do admit that Mrs. Badger is a fine cook. I never tasted anything so wonderful before."
"Mr. and Mrs. Bear were the life of the party. You should see the way they danced; they were swinging and twirling each other around."
"And the Nymphs were very graceful dancers; they were dancing on their toes and twirling. I wish I was as graceful as them."
"You were a fine dancer," said Mr. Beaver.
"Thank you dear," Mrs. Beaver said while she kissed his cheek.
After she kissed his cheek, the snow began to be waste deep for them. They had to use their arms as well as their legs to trudge through the snow, and that made walking home even harder for them.
"The other Mr. Badger was very good at telling jokes. I really liked the one when told the joke about the seal," Mr. Beaver said.
"That was a funny one. I was laughing my head off that one."
They continued to push through the snow and soon they were tiring out.
"I hope the snow gets lower soon," said Mr. Beaver.
Two minute later they approached even a deeper snow drift.
"We can't go through there; this snow is higher than our heads," said Mrs. Beaver. "We'll have to go the long way around."
"The walk home is long enough without it."
"We have no choice."
"We should have gone home the other way," Mr. Beaver complained. "Maybe we wouldn't be having this much problem with the snow."
"It's no use complaining," said Mrs. Beaver. "We have to make the best of it. Just think as soon as we get home, we'll warm ourselves up by the fire place and I'll cook hot steaming vegetable soup for both of us."
They turned right and continued to walk through the waste deep snow, and after another 10 minutes they began to walk in ankle deep snow.
"That's more like it," said Mrs. Beaver. "This is so much easier for us to walk on."
"I agree, but we still have a long way home."
They approached a group of friendly trees. The trees waved their branches as a way of greeting them, and the Beavers nodded their heads in response.
5 minutes later they came to another tree with an Owl sitting on one its lower branches.
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Beaver!" the Owl called down to them. "Fine evening, isn't it?"
"It would be finer, if we weren't freezing and we didn't have to walk through all this snow," Mr. Beaver complained.
"Where are you headed for?" the Owl asked.
"We're heading home from a party," Mrs. Beaver answered.
"Who's party?"
"The Badger friends of ours," Mrs. Beaver answered. "It was Mrs. Badger's birthday, and there were about 40 guests there."
"Did you have a nice time there?"
"We had a wonderful time," Mr. Beaver answered. "We have to go now it is very cold out here."
"Bye," said Mr. Owl. "Get home safe, and may the Emperor Over the Sea protect you."
"May he protect you too," said Mrs. Beaver.
They waved goodbye to Mr. Owl and continued to walk home.
A half our later they saw a fawn lying on the ground covered in snow like a blanket.
They approached the fawn. The frozen fawn wasn't moving because she was unconscious, but they saw her chest going up and down.
"She's still alive," said Mr. Beaver.
They felt sorrow in their hearts for the freezing fawn especially because she was so young.
"The poor dear, she's frozen half to death," said Mrs. Beaver. "We have to take her home to warm her up."
"How are we going to do that?" asked Mr. Beaver. "She's bigger than us."
"We can try dragging her home. It's not that far now."
Mr. and Mrs. Beaver bent down towards her and began to move her. Mr. Beaver was behind her pushing her while Mrs. Beaver was in front of her pulling her. They moved her very slowly, grunting all the while because she was very heavy. Their burning muscles gave out when they moved her about ten feet.
They had to find another way to take home.
"This is too much," Mr. Beaver said while he breathed heavily.
"I agree," said Mrs. Beaver. "But how are we going to get her home? We can't leave her out here. She'll die."
They pondered for few minutes about how they were going to get the fawn to their hole when Mr. Beaver came up with an idea.
"Remember the present you got from Mrs. Duck at your birthday party last year?"
"You mean that gigantic cloth with large handles on it?" Mrs. Beaver asked.
"That's the one."
"What are we going to do with it?"
"We can move the fawn under the cloth and pull it along."
We will still have to do a lot of pulling," said Mrs. Beaver.
"But it will be easier to move her with the handles than to move her without them, and we can rest for a few minutes when we become weary before we begin to move her again. We may have to move her a few times, but like you said, we are not that far from home now."
"I knew that present was good for something." said Mrs. Beaver.
"I'll run right home and get it," said Mr. Beaver. "You stay and watch the fawn."
A minute later Mr. Bear (not the one from the party) approached them.
"Do you need help with anything?" he asked them.
"Yes, we are trying to bring this fawn to our hole to warm her up, but she is too heavy for us," said Mr. Beaver.
"Can you help us?" Mrs. Beaver asked.
The bear nodded.
He picked up the fawn in his arms.
"Where do you live?"
Mr. Beaver pointed forward and slightly to the left.
"This is the way to our dam. We don't live far from here."
The Beavers and the Bear were walking until they came to the Beavers' home. It took them 10 minutes to get there. Mr. Beaver opened the door, and the Bear put the fawn down gently on the soft beige rug.
"Thank you," said Mrs. Beaver. "Would you like to stay for some tea?"
"No thanks, I have to be getting home," said Mr. Bear.
They waved goodbye to Mr. Bear while he left the house.
After he left, Mr. Beaver lit the fire place and it began to warm up the room.
To be continued