Chapter 7: The Beaver, Aslan, and Nolves
The Beavers sat across from Mr. Kirke at the oval shaped table. Edmund and Lucy sat to their right, and they all were eating the most delicious meatloaf that Mrs. Beaver had made. They all gobbled happily, save for Edmund, who slowly ate his food, trying to remember his plan that he had made when he had first gotten off the train. Well, at the moment, this seems nothing like the plan. I was thrown into a prison cell, and Lucy has not cried once...oh, what was next? Oh, yes! He was supposed to betray them all by going to some white witch!
He stood and said, "Um...excuse me...I need to go to...er...the restroom. Right now, I can't wait, need to go!"
"No! You will not leave the table until I give you permission!" Mr. Beaver shouted.
Edmund sat.
They all went back to munching, except, again, Edmund who was worried about how amiss his plan had gone. He frowned at his food.
Mrs. Beaver stood up. "What you don't like my food? Well then..."
"No, ma'am, you don't understand...it's a long story, but this food is great! I have nothing against you or your food, ma'am," Edmund explained.
The beaver slowly sat back down. "Fine then."
"She's very touchy about her cooking, son of Adam," said Mr. Beaver said.
"Boogidy Boo!"
"He says, "I don't see why she is! Her food is most delightful, and if everyone else loves her food, then I don't see why one person should bother her. Mrs. Beaver, your food is most delectable, and every time I've eaten it, when I go back home and taste the nasty stuff that Ms. McCready feeds me, I always wish for the food that you make. Except for the energy drinks. Just some good information, Mrs. Beaver, I would love it if you would put some energy drinks such as Powerade or Gatorade into the food. Just helping you help me. Thank you for this delectable meal.'"
"Why you're welcome, Mr. Kirke!" said Mrs. Beaver happily.
Again, Edmund and Lucy simply sat in stunned silence. Amazing.
"Let's change subjects. I get to pick. Um...Aslan! Yes, let's talk about Aslan," Mr. Beaver said.
"Who's Aslan?" asked Edmund.
"What did you say? 'Who's Aslan?' Well, he's only the biggest lion in this land!"
"Not to mention the ONLY lion in Narnia," said Mrs. Beaver.
Mr. Beaver nodded admittedly. "True, true. We do seem to have quite a lack of lions in Narnia. But that's beside the point."
"Boogidy Boo."
"He says that we should get to him as quick as possible."
"Yes, yes, we should. But these two children need to learn about what he is before we leave. As I was saying, Aslan is basically the leader, physically and spiritually in these parts. There's a white witch way far that way." Mr. Beaver explained, pointing to his left. "She's his enemy, and they say when two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve come into the land of Nunya, the lion will rise up against the white witch and kill her. Some of my friends…well they want it to be sorta gruesome…lots of blood you know. They hope that he'll bite her head off and all… they say they're gonna bring popcorn." Mr. Beaver giggled.
"Honey!"
"Sorry, darling, that's just what they say. And as a matter of fact I kind of agree with them. She deserves a gruesome death. Always winter and no presents! No dual action toothbrushes or…"
"No blenders either! I can't make any of my delicious fruit smoothies anymore!"
"Yes, darling, no smoothies either."
Then they all heard something barking outside of the house.
"Food! BARK! I want food! BARK!"
"Just some steak or some other juicy morsel! BARK BARK!"
Two dogs were outside of a large circular house, and they were hungry. Not for humans of course, that was absolutely disgusting. No, that was what all the other dogs…or should they say, wolves, wanted. These were the more civilized dogs. When they spoke, they used educated vocabulary. They were what the other wolves called 'Nolves.' A combination of the word 'nerd' and 'wolf.' These were the two outcasts, and they both agreed on just about every subject.
"Frederick, I'm not quite sure if they shall ever come and give us some of their ever-so-delicious scraps! I desire them ever so much!"
"As do I, Schroeder. Those tasty morsels simply call to me. Their delectable aroma beckons me. Why, I may just pounce into this house, barking like one of the unsophisticated wolves! I haven't eaten a bite in two days! I must eat!"
"I agree. You know, why don't we? We can just pounce in there! No one in the pack shall ever know. You and I will never tell anyone! Just five minutes of absolute craziness! The humans will be frightened and run away, and we shall devour their wonderful leftovers," explained Schroeder.
Frederick gave the idea some thought, then nodded. "Agreed. We do it in one minute. In that minute, we shall plan. Let's do it!"
"What's that sound?" inquired Edmund.
"I..don't know."
"Is it one of the witch's wolves?" asked Lucy.
Mr. Beaver frowned. "How did you know that the witch had wolves?"
"I didn't, I was just guessing."
"Oh. Well, then, it probably is."
Mrs. Beaver got up. "They can attack any minute. Let's pack up."
"Now, dearie, only take the bare minimum. Just take the essentials. And the rest of the meal. Quickly!"
Everyone set to work, and within a minute they had packs full of things you needed for the outdoors and the remains of the meal.
"Frederick, do you really think this is the correct thing to do?"
Schroeder turned to the Nolf.
"Pardon?"
"I mean…what if the other Nolves find out that we're doing this? What will they think."
"I'm sure I don't know, Frederick. We were supposed to pounce a half minute ago. You and I aren't going to tell anyone, and I'm sure none of the Nolves are watching."
Frederick looked down. "Okay. If you're positive."
They crouched.
The crew of humans and beavers left the house.
The Nolves pounced through the window.
