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Authors Note: The Fawn's Aunt and Uncle are Deer.
"Now let's clean the snow off her and dry her really well," said Mrs. Beaver.
"I'll go get the towels."
Mr. Beaver walked in to the closet and grabbed a pile of towels. When he came out again he dropped them on the floor. They picked up the towels and began to wipe the snow off the fawn when the towels got wet they replaced them with dry ones. By the time they dried her right side and legs off they used up several towels.
"Let's start drying her left side," said Mrs. Beaver.
"When I count to three we will push her to the other side," said Mr. Beaver. "One, two, three."
They began to push her up so that they can move her to her left side, but when she was half way up their muscles gave out and she fell down again. They had to rest for several minutes before they tried to move her again. They did two more times before they finally moved her to her other side.
They had to rest for a few minutes before they began to dry her left side because their muscles were burning from pushing her over.
When they finished drying her off, Mrs. Beaver said, "Let's warm her up she is still very cold."
"I'll cover her up with warm blankets," her husband said while walked to one of the rooms.
"I'll heat up some soup for her, and make her some tea as well," she said.
She walked into the kitchen and prepared the soup and tea for the fawn.
Mr. Beaver came out of the room with two heavy blankets. He placed them on top of her and covered her up with them to help warm her up. After that, he put more wood in the fire place. He hoped that the heat from the fire place and the blankets will make her feel warm.
The fire from the fire place and the blankets began to warm her up. Soon she woke up and wondered where she was. She looked around the unfamiliar place.
"Where am I?" she asked.
"You are in our home dear," Mrs. Beaver said while she entered the room with a tray filled with hot soup and tea.
"How did I get here?"
"We found you lying in the snow in the woods," said Mr. Beaver. "Mr. Bear carried you home for us because you were too heavy for us to carry."
"Are you still cold sweetheart?" asked Mrs. Beaver.
"Yes, but I feel a lot better than before."
"This tea and soup should help warm you up," said Mrs. Beaver.
She began to spoon hot soup into the fawn's mouth until it was all finished. Then she put the cup to the fawn's lips and helped her lap it up. The soup and tea warmed her inside.
"Thank you for your kindness Mr. and Mrs. Beaver, and please let Mr. Bear know that I thank him too."
"You're welcome," said Mrs. Beaver.
"Why did you save my life?" she asked curiously.
"Because you are a child of Aslan like we are, and we couldn't let you freeze to death in the snow. We felt sorry for you," Mrs. Beaver answered.
"Can you tell us what happened to you and how you ended up lying in the snow?" Mr. Beaver asked.
"Let her rest, dear," said his wife. "She can tell us later."
"Can I tell you now?"
"Do you feel up to it?" she asked her.
"Yes."
She began to tell her story.
"Earlier today I was on my way back home from playing with my friends, the two young squirrels, when I saw my parents argue with that awful White Witch. The White Witch said something about bringing the human children to her."
"You will bring those children to me!" she screamed.
"We will not let you harm them. We obey Aslan, not you!" her father yelled back.
"I saw the White Witches face contoured in rage and suddenly she waved her wand and turned them both into statues. I was so horrified by it that I began to run away from the house and deep into the woods. I was scared that the Witch would find me and turn me into a statue too. So I continued to run for a while before I realized that nobody was following me. Before I knew it I was in the part of the woods that I was not familiar with. I couldn't return to my home. So I began to look for my aunt and uncle's dam. I hoped that I would find their home shortly because I was beginning to freeze, but I did not find it right away. So I continued to walk through the woods looking for their home, but the more I walked the more lost I got. After a while my legs were aching badly, and the stinging cold became very sharp like ice pricks. I was also getting very tired. I knew that I had to find a shelter to rest in before I continued. So I began to look for one. I looked and looked, but found none. By that time the sting from the cold began to lesson, but my legs were tiring out and I became sleepy. I knew I needed to find shelter immediately. A few minutes later I couldn't move any farther. So I fell asleep on the cold wet snow, and I didn't wake up until a moment ago."
"That is a sad story," said Mr. Beaver. "But I'm glad that we found you, and that you are now safe."
"We'll take good care of you until you get better," said Mrs. Beaver.
"And we'll find your aunt and uncle and let them know that you are here," said Mr. Beaver.
The fawn began to let some tears fall out. "I wish that horrid Witch didn't turn my parents into statues. I love them so much. When is this winter going to end? When are things going to get better?" she asked.
"This will not last forever," Mrs. Beaver answered. "Aslan will come, and he will make everything better. He will undo the damage the White Witch has done."
"When will he come?"
"I don't know," Mr. Beaver answered. "He will come when four of the children of Adam and Eve enter Narnia. They will help him free Narnia from the White Witch's reign and he will make them kings and queens."
"I hope it will be soon, I want my parents back."
"We hope so too," said Mr. Beaver. "You have to put your trust in Aslan. He will come when the time is right."
"When Aslan comes and turns my parents back to life, it will be one of the happiest days of my life," said the fawn.
"That will be a happy day for all of us," said Mr. Beaver. "The snow and ice will melt, and the air will become a lot warmer."
"The flowers will grow and we will see the grass," Mrs. Beaver continued.
"I have never seen flowers or grass before," said the fawn.
"Neither have we," said Mrs. Beaver. "It will be a treat for us, and for your parents too."
"Your parents were very brave," said Mr. Beaver. "And I believe Aslan will reward your parents for their bravery."
"I hope I can be as brave as my parents," said the Fawn.
"Maybe you can be," said Mr. Beaver. "Just trust in Aslan and he will help you to be brave."
"I am very tired, "said the Fawn. "Can I go to sleep again?"
"Yes you can," said Mrs. Beaver.
"I want to bring your aunt and uncle here. Do you know where they live?" Mr. Beaver asked.
"They live near the hill towards the east side of the forest."
"I'll go out tomorrow and begin to look for them."
"Thank you."
The fawn fell asleep.
The End
Epilogue: Mr. Beaver began to look for her aunt and uncle. It took several hours for him to find them and bring them to his dam. While he was doing that, Mrs. Beaver continued to take care of the little fawn. She kept feeding her warm soup and tea, and kept her company by talking to her. A few of Mrs. Beaver's neighbors came to visit them. When Mr. Beaver came back home with her aunt and uncle, her aunt and uncle helped the Beavers take care of their niece until she was well enough to walk to their home.
A few months later the Pervensie children entered Narnia which gave great hope to the fawn. She knew that very soon Aslan will turn her stone parents back to life.
