Hi everyone! This is my first Narnia story and I'm kinda nervous about it, but before we get started I just wanted to put out a warning: The time difference between Narnia and the regular world in this story won't match up with how the time difference is in the books and movies, but anyways hope you like it and let me know what you think!

It was a scorching hot summer day in the southern part of Alabama, and while normal girls were out sun bathing by the pool, I groggily walked up to my house. I headed into the nice air-conditioned house after spending all day outside working in the gardens, only to be greeted by my dog, Colt. He was a German Sheppard mix with Pit-Bull, but he was the sweetest dog in the entire world. He was pretty much my best friend, considering I really didn't have much time for a social life.

I'm not like any average girl my age; I'm only 20 years old, but I have an entire plantation to take care of along with my gardens, going to school, and not to mention my older brother, Billy. I love my brother, but I must admit he'd be lost without me. Our parents died when he was only 19 and I was 15, but despite our age difference I have always been the more mature one. He spends most of his days down at the Farmer's Market selling all the fruits and veggies that we grow at home which is how we make money. It's not the most glamorous life, but hey, we get by.

I crawled into my favorite chair just getting ready to take my boots and flannel over shirt off when Colt jumped on the foot stool in front of me with his leash in his mouth. I laughed softly then sighed.

"Really? Right now boy?" I asked him in an exhausted voice, almost believing that my dog would understand me and go put his leash up.

Colt only whined after I questioned him. I sighed and stood up, heading for the door.

"C'mon boy," I said as he jumped on top of the sofa chair that I had just been sitting in just to take a short cut to the front door, and there he sat waiting for me to leash him up. I laughed at how excited he was.

I was slower than usual at putting Colt's leash on, causing him to whine and whimper in anticipation.

"You talkin' to me, boy?" I asked him as I finally got on his leash and opened the screen door. He ran quickly out the door, playfully pulling me along.

My sore legs almost gave out from under me as my dog and I ran through our wooded back yard.

"Slow down, Colton," I warned him as I tugged on his leash slightly. He slowed, but not by much. It seemed like Colt got a whiff of something and was on a roll trying to find it. I usually just let him pull me along throughout our woods, but today I was getting a little worried.

We were going deeper and deeper into the woods and were coming to parts I've never seen before. I looked around trying to figure out where we were, but nothing seemed familiar.

Suddenly I saw a small animal run into a hole of a tree trunk, and of course Colt quickly ran after it; pulling me along for the ride.

My dog sat at the bottom of the tree barking loudly at the poor animal high above us.

"C'mon, Colt," I begged as I tried to pull me dog away from the tree.

As soon as Colt turned his attention towards me, the animal above us took its chance and took off running. My dog caught a glimpse of it and took off after it again, only this time making me fall down ripping a hole in my jeans and scraping up my arms. I reached out for what I thought was a tree trunk for support, but to my surprise I felt…metal?

I looked up to see that I was holding on to a very tall old lamp post.

What is this? An old school lamp post? What would something like that be doing out in the middle of the woods?

I quickly remembered that I needed to catch up with my dog or else I'd probably never find him out here, so I shrugged off the lamp post ideas and ran to find Colt.

"Colt!" I screamed after him as I jogged into the unknown territory of our woods; luckily for me I could still hear barking in the distance.

I finally reached Colt; he was jumping up and down at the trunk of a tree once again, but this time he wasn't barking...he was…talking?

"Come down! Come down! I just want to play!" I thought I heard my dog say.

I must have hit my head when I fell…or maybe all the stress has finally caught up with me and I'm losing my mind.

"Colton!" I screamed again, this time with a more serious tone in my voice. His ears dropped as he turned to look at me. I angrily walked over towards him and grabbed his leash.

"We're leaving, now," I said trying to control my anger. Colt looked up at me with apologetic eyes.

"I'm sorry," a deep nasally voice said from down below me. My jaw dropped as I stopped walking.

"Excuse me?" I asked in disbelief.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to make you mad at me," Colt looked up at me sadly.

Oh my God…I'm crazy. My dog just talked to me…they're going to put me in the nut house!

"You…you…spoke," I said as I sat down in the middle of the woods, right in front of my dog.

"Of course; I could always talk, you could just never understand me," he said like it was as plain as day.

"But; how can I understand you now? What is going on?" I rubbed my eyes.

This has to be a dream. Yeah, I've just been working too hard out in the gardens and I'm in a deep sleep.

"I think I can answer that," a voice came from up in the tree.

I looked up to see a little squirrel peep his head out of the hole in the tree.

"Oh my God; now the squirrel is talking to me," I didn't know how much more I could take.

The squirrel jumped down the tree slowly then gracefully landed on my shoulder.

"Hello there, daughter of eve," the squirrel said politely, "I'm Chippy."

The hot sun, stress, and weakness of my body finally caught up to me all at once causing me to faint right there in the middle of this mysterious forest.