Mr. Beaver sped up and quickly opened the door shouting out loud, "Hurry, Mother! Their after us!"

"Oh, right then," Mrs. Beaver said and started to gather food from the kitchen. Anna went over to the cupboard where the food was and started to look through it to see if there was anything she could store for the journey.

"What is she doing?" Peter asked. As Mrs. Beaver pulled down some jam Mr. Beaver shrugged.

"You'll be thanking me later," Mrs. Beaver said. "It's a long journey and Mr. Beaver can get pretty cranky when he is hungry." Susan then joined.

"I'm cranky now," Mr. Beaver yelled.

"Do you think we'll need jam?" Susan asked.

"Only if the Witch serves toast," Peter retorted. Susan glared.

"I don't think that this is the right time for that Peter" Anna said, shoving him as Heather buried into her side

"At least she's helping. Which is more then what you're doing," Heather spoke up. "Now move!" The snarling of wolves sounded from the outside of the dam. One of the wolves started to dig.


Mr. Beaver opened a trapdoor behind a bookcase and quickly ushered everyone in. As soon as he closed the door, Anna heard the sound of something wooden breaking and knew the wolves had got into the house.

"Badger and me dug this," Mr. Beaver said. Peter held a torch that Madison gave him right before she entered the tunnel. "Comes out right near his place."

"You told me it lead to your mum's," Mrs. Beaver criticized. Lucy fell over a root, who Anna almost kicked in the hurry to get out the tunnel.

"Lucy." Anna and Susan said. The barking of wolves echoed down through the tunnel.

"They're in the tunnel," Lucy whispered and looked very scared, Heather whimpered out of fright.

"Quick! This way!" Mr. Beaver exclaimed, breaking the silence.

"Hurry!" Mrs. Beaver agreed sounding a bit frightened. All of them set off again but with a much faster pace.

"Run!" Peter yelled.

"Shut up!" Anna whispered. "We don't want them to hear us or find us!"

"Quick!" Mrs. Beaver muttered to herself. They made a few turns before stopping in front of a dead end. "You should have brought a map!" She criticised her husband.

"There wasn't room next to the jam!" Mr. Beaver retorted back. Mr. Beaver jumped up to a hole and started to climb.

"Come on," Anna urged and helped Mrs. Beaver, Susan Lucy and Heather up.

"Ladies first," Peter said. Anna got ready to climb.

"Positive?" She asked and Peter nodded his head.

She blinked her eyes at him and saw him in a new light, now he looked much braver and even a bit more dashing then a few minutes ago.


She nodded her head and started to climb. She felt Susan's hand pulling her up and out of the hole to see snow. Peter had left the torch behind, as it wasn't in his hands. As soon as Peter was out, he and Mr. Beaver moved a barrel in front of the whole to plug it up.

Anna heard someone trip and looked up to see Lucy on the ground with statues of mice at her feet. She looked around the small clearing and saw all sorts of creatures that were statures, horror, pain and worry was on all of their faces.

"He was my best mate," Mr. Beaver sadly said back. That one statement made Anna almost cry, for the loss of a dear friend to Mr. Beaver.

"Anna?" Lucy asked. Madison took a deep breath and broke away from the hug Heather had pulled her into. She looked at Lucy not wanting to see the statues.

"Heather loves any woodland creature and to see a bunch of them turned to stone, with faces like these, it's kind of traumatizing for her" Heather took a deep shuddering breath as she tried to control her crying. Lucy nodded her head and squeezed the younger girl's hand.

Peter looked at his sisters Heather and Anna and said seriously, "What happened here?"

"This is what becomes of those who crosses the Witch," a male voice said.

"You take one more step, traitor, and I'll chew you to splinters!" Mr. Beaver yelled and started to walk up to the fox. His wife held him back.

"Relax, I'm one of the good guys," the fox said and stepped down from the house he was standing on.

"Yeah? Well you sure do look like one of the bad ones," Mr. Beaver seethed.

"An unfortunate family resemblance, but we can discuss family breeding later right now we need to move." The fox said.

"What did you have in mind?" Peter asked

The fox grinned.


Sorry for the late update, will try to have the next chapter up sometime next week