Back at the Beaver house, Mrs. Beaver was saying, "So, yew Griffins just try an' get a good night's sleep, an' in the morning, we'll take yer t'see Aslan."

"I don't want to wait until morning!" said Lois. "That witch might've already turned Stewie into stone by now!"

"I doubt she's hurt 'im yet," said Mr. Beaver. "She'll keep 'im alive an' well as long as 'e's the only one o' you she's got, because she'll wanna use 'im as a decoy t'catch the rest o' yer. She expects yer to try an' rescue Stewie yoreselves, an' then she'll capture you all. But we're goin' to outsmart 'er. We're gonna keep well away from the witch's 'ouse, and join up with Aslan instead. He'll settle the White Queen all right."

Suddenly Brian remembered something. "I hate to tell you this," he said, "but she might have already caught Aslan and turned him into stone. Stewie and I saw a stone lion in the courtyard of the witch's castle. That could have been him."

Mr. Beaver waved a paw dismissively. "That was prob'ly some other lion. She'd never be able to turn Aslan into stone. If she can stand on 'er two feet an' look 'im in the face it'll be the most she can do an' more'n I expect of 'er."

Just then there was a knock at the door.

"Who could that be at this hour?" wondered Mrs. Beaver.

"Maybe it's the witch!" Meg said.

Peter walked over to the window and looked out. "What d'ya see out there?" Lois asked.

Peter squinted. "I can't tell. This window's all fogged up. All I can make out is this big red shape. Hey, maybe it's Santa Claus! He's big an' red, right?"

"I told you, there's no Christmas in Narnia anymore!" said Mr. Beaver.

But Peter wasn't listening. He was too excited by the prospect of potential presents.

"Pee-tah, don't open that door!" Lois shouted, but it was too late. Peter flung the door open wide, and the Turkish Delight monster from the previous chapter was standing outside!

"URGHARHA!" it roared.

"Holy crap, it's a Jell-O monster!" Peter yelled, and slammed the door shut.

"What is that thing?" Chris shouted.

"The White Witch must 'ave made it!" said Mr. Beaver. "I've 'eard she 'as a bag full of monster dust wot can turn anyfing it touches into a monster!"

"You could have mentioned that before," panted Brian.

"It slipped my mind, wot with all the other fings we 'ad ter talk about, okay?" Mr. Beaver said defensively.

The monster smashed in the Beavers' front window with a blow from one of his hammy fists. Everyone screamed.

But the windows in the Beavers' house were a lot smaller than the witch's windows, and the monster was too big to climb in through the window. So, he climbed up on the roof, and started stomping around up there, making the whole house shake. One of his feet came crashing down through the ceiling.

"'E's wreckin' our place!" cried Mr. Beaver. "We've gotta get out of 'ere afore 'e brings the 'ole 'ouse down on our bloomin' 'eads!"

Everyone scrambled for the door. They all made it outside just before the entire house collapsed, with the monster on top of it.

"RAFARGH!" the monster roared, leaping down from the pile of rubble.

"Run!" Peter yelled.

The Griffins and the Beavers took off through the snow, with the monster pursuing them. Then a thing happened that was bad and not good. Chris tripped on a tree root and fell down. Instantly the monster was upon him. He grabbed Chris and popped him into his mouth, swallowing him in one gulp!

"Chris!" Lois screamed.

Peter ran up to the monster. "Gimme back my son!" He punched the monster in the stomach, but the blow had no effect. The monster just picked Peter up and flung him against a tree.

Then the monster stopped in his tracks. An uncomfortable look appeared on his face, as though he was ill. His stomach started gurgling. Then his whole body started quivering, almost as though he was beginning to shrink.

Suddenly a hole appeared in the monster's stomach! Through it, the Griffins got a glimpse of Chris's face. Chris appeared to be chewing on something.

Brian made a face. "He's eating that thing from the inside out!"

"Gross," said Meg.

"ARATAGAH!" the monster screamed in pain. It was the last sound he ever made. Next moment, he toppled to the ground, dead.

Chris crawled out of the gaping wound he had made in the monster's stomach. He was covered in sticky red syrup.

"Are you okay, Chris?" Lois asked.

"Yeah, I think so. I realized that creature was just made out of candy, so I thought I'd eat my way out!"

"Good thinkin', son," Peter said proudly. He had a bump on his head from where he had hit the tree, but otherwise he was fine.

"I'm sorry about your house," Lois said to the beavers.

"We clearly can't afford to 'ang around 'ere any longer," said Mr. Beaver. "The witch must 'ave found out that you were 'ere some'ow. So, we'll 'ave ter change our plans. Instead of waitin' fer tomorrer, we've gotta make tracks fer the Stone Table right now!"