Note: Okay, please let me know if you enjoyed this. I love writing brother, sister stuff when they were younger. When she gets older it's going to be harder, in the way she changes. Please review, well, of course you don't have to...;)

The Person Inside: Life of Queen Susan the Gentle - Chapter 4 The Contrary Tooth

Six year old Susan gingerly moved her right front tooth. She had an audience of two year old Lucy, who thought she might not understand the reason for the pained sound which came from Susan, would give her sister a hug anyway. Peter peeked into the room inquisitively, trailed by Eddy. Peter smiled, proudly displaying that both front teeth were missing. New teeth were already starting to grow in since he had lost them several weeks ago at different times.

" You have a loose tooth!" he shouted excitedly. Susan nodded, tears in her eyes. " What's the matter?" he asked, a bit concerned. " It hurts. The tooth is out a little bit, but part of it is still stuck." Lucy nodded emphatically patting her sister on the back.

" Huwt," the little one said, pointing dramatically to the tooth. Maybe she did dunderstand. Edmund looked in awe, then out of no where, began to cry. Lucy's big blue eyes were soon filled as well, and Mrs. Pevensie rushed into the room, wanting to know why her two youngest were sobbing in a heart rending way. Eddy wiped his eyes, and replied,

" Because, Su huwts." The mother turned to Lucy now. " Eddy cwied," was her reason. Mrs. Pevensie smacked her own head, and left the room. " Here," said Peter, holding up a piece of string. " We can jerk the tooth out with this like daddy did for me." Susan looked at the string, and she shook her head fearfully.

"N- no," she whispered faintly. " Then I could pull it out with..," Peter searched for something. " My hand," he offered at last, finding nothing of usefulness lying around.

" No!" Susan shrieked, covering her mouth with her hands. " No!" Lucy repeated, pointing an accusing finger at Peter. Edmund just frowned at him. " Well, we gotta do something," Peter said, exasperatedly.

Then he began to advance on Susan with mischievous eyes. " We could hit it with something, or use daddy's tools," he teased. Susan screamed, sprinting out of the room in terror. Peter followed, naming many ways to extract a tooth. Edmund was on the trail, face glowering. Little Lucy came last, screaming, " No!" at the top of her lungs.

As Susan came into the living room, she tripped on a small rug in the entrance. Peter skidded to a stop as Susan lay flat on the ground in front of him. " Su," he said worriedly, " Are you okay?" Susan giggled, and Peter looked confused as she stood up. " What?" he asked. She smiled, and Peter saw a gap. Her right front tooth, was indeed, missing.