Snappy Shorts!

Allo. Here is the second installment of the now titled, Snappy Shorts. Enjoy, and review... (ah yes, and please excuse spelling errors because i don't have spell check for some reason!)

Peter Becomes A Heartthrob

Peter, the High King of Narnia, was out taking a walk near Lantern Waste one sunny afternoon. He whistling an old tune that he once heard on the radio back in England. His hands were swinging casually at his sides, and his hair was tousled by the gentle breeze.

As he walked along, he soon heard a thunderous beating of feet upon the ground. He turned around and his clear blue eyes caught sight of a heard of young ladies charging toward him. With a gasp, he took off running down a hill. He weaved his eay expertly through the numerous trees, until he found a cave to hide in. Peter held his breath, and stayed as perfectly motionless as he could. The heard of girls sat just around the corner from the cave, wondering where he went. Keeping as quiet as possible, he listened to their banter.

"Where did he go?" one girl, a redhead, asked.

"I'm not sure," replied a young blonde faun. "He did come this way didn't he?"

"Of course he did you twit," snapped a fiery raven-haired tree nymph. "We wouldn't have ran this way if he hadn't."

"Reena," said a timid blonde faun said, "you shouldn't be so hard on Lily. She didn't mean anything by it, and was only making sure."

Reena glared at the blonde faun and then kept her mouth shut for a moment. "Well," she said after a time, "I suppose we aren't going to find him by sitting around. Perhaps we might try Lantern Waste again? You know, the path that leads to Cair Paravel."

"Oh course," said the redhead. "Let's go. I can't wait to meet him! I've had a crush on King Peter ever since the coronation."

"Me too!" shouted a smaller redhead. "He is so utterly dreamy!" All the girls sighed in unison, which made Peter gag.

"Come on," commanded Reena, "Let's get on our way then!" The girls, who were all giggling, got up and trotted off to Lantern Waste.

Peter waited until he was sure the coast was clear, and then crawled out of the cave. He straightened his clothes, and then began to make his way to Cair Paravel. As he passed by the place where the gaggle of girls had been sitting, he noticed a piece of paper sitting on a rock. He picked it up and saw that it was a detailed drawing of him, with lip marks all around the head and on the lips. He shuddered, dropped it, and then made a dash for his shoreside castle.

Once there, he ran to find a hiding place, for on his way he had heard the stampede of a hundred females chasing after him. He ran through the halls until he found a secret closet. He climbed in and sat down in the farthest right hand corner.

"Peter?" whispered a voice.

"Ed?" Peter whispered back. "What are you doing here?"

"I was being chased by girls," he answered. "You?"

"I was chased by girls too. Man, this King stuff is getting hard to deal with."

"You said it, brother,"