TERENCE AND TUMNUS 100 CHALLENGE

Presenting story seven. Extremely short story (probably my shortest one yet!), but extremely cute, and very funny!


Terence © unicorn-skydancer08

Tumnus and Narnia © C.S. Lewis and Disney/Walden Media

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STORY SEVEN:
SCRATCH MY BACK

"Come on, Terence, I've been scratching your back for ages," Tumnus complained.

"Hold on a second, Tumnus, I've still got a slight itch on my left shoulder," replied the unicorn, who was sprawled out idly on the soft summer grass next to the faun. "No, no, not there, just a little lower—oh, yeah, there! Right there! That's it! Oh, that feels marvelous!"

Tumnus sighed as he raked his fingernails back and forth over Terence's flesh.

Of all the things to be doing at this time of day, this time of the year—and here he was, sitting in the middle of a grassy meadow with Terence, helping Terence to satisfy a few minor itches, while the lazy unicorn simply lay there without a care in the world.

When Tumnus finally withdrew his hand altogether, he said to the unicorn, none too pleasantly, "There, now, is that enough back-scratching for you?"

"Yeah," Terence acceded, "that ought to do it for one day."

"Thank Aslan," Tumnus whispered fervently to the heavens.

Terence then rolled himself over onto his back, exposing his snow-white belly, and asked good-naturedly, "Now, would you be so kind as to scratch my belly?"

"What?!?!" the faun exclaimed. "Oh, no, Terence! You can't be serious!"

"Come on, Tumnus, old buddy," urged Terence, "pretty please?" He offered the faun his very best puppy-dog look.

Tumnus groaned. That look always got to him—every single time.

"Oh, all right," he grumbled, and he reluctantly obliged.

Terence smiled and closed his eyes. "Oooh, yeah," he said delightedly, relishing the feel of Tumnus's nails on his prickly skin, "life is good!"

Well, at least for one of us, anyway, Tumnus thought sourly.