All the Griffins were standing in the middle of the Narnian woods, with snow under their feet and snowflakes in the air.
"I told you this place was real," said Meg.
"Yes, yes, you're very smart, now shut up," said Peter. "We've gotta find Stewie!"
"Brian, do you have any idea where this White Witch's castle is?" Lois asked.
"I don't know if I can find it again," said Brian. "I've only been there once."
"She'd better not have done anything to hurt him," Lois said, with fire in her eyes. "If she has, she'll be sorry!"
Brian did a sniff on the ground and he was able to pick up Stewie's scent. "Follow me!"
He took off running, and the rest of the family followed.
But they hadn't gone far when something jumped in front of them, blocking their path. It was a beaver.
"Whoa!" Brian exclaimed, skidding to a halt so he wouldn't run the beaver over.
"Who the heck are you?" Peter demanded of the beaver.
The beaver put a paw to his lips. "I'm a friend of Mr. Tumnus," he said. "You mustn't make a noise. Yore not safe out 'ere in the open. Come with me."
"We don't have time for that!" Peter exclaimed. "My son Stewie is bein' held captive by the White Witch! We've gotta get to her castle!"
"The witch is only usin' yore son as bait to catch the rest o' you," the beaver told him. "If you try to rescue him, you'll only be doin' wot she wants ye t'do. Once she's got you all together, there'll be nothin' to stop 'er from turnin' the lot o' you inter stone statues like the ones wot she's got in 'er courtyard."
"But what else are we supposed to do?" Lois cried. "We can't just leave Stewie in her clutches!"
"There's nothin' ye can do fer yer son right now," the beaver said, as kindly as he could. "But there's one person who can help 'im."
"An' who's that?" Peter asked.
"Shh," said the beaver. "I can't tell you here." He peered around nervously.
"What are you afraid of?" said Chris. "There's no one around."
"Oh yeah… there is," said the beaver. "Some o' these trees 'ave dryads livin' in 'em. Most of 'em is on our side, but there's some that would rat us out to the witch if'n they overheard us. Now why don't yer come along with me, back to my 'ouse, where we can 'ave a real talk and also a bite an' a sup? My missus is puttin' on a good old feed."
Despite his concern for Stewie, Peter's stomach began to rumble at the mention of food. "All right," he said. "Lead the way."
The beaver turned and waddled off into the woods, with the Griffins behind him.
"Do you have a name?" Meg asked him as they walked.
The beaver glanced over his shoulder at her. "Just call me Mr. Beaver!"