Gossiping Birds
"I heard my cousin, Robin Redbreast, saw all four of them! All four Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve!"
"Well, my great-uncle, the wisest among the Owls, said he saw one of the Daughters of Eve first, before any bird! Slipping and sliding in the snow, sharing an umbrella with a Faun. As if there wasn't any danger in the forest!"
"My cousin the Swallow flew over the river, and one of them was fishing! Huddled in a great fur coat, like a hibernating bear. He hardly looked any different than us. And not at all Kingly. Do you really think it's them?"
"I know they've actually eaten at the Beavers! I went to the dam myself, after I heard from the Swallow; landing on the sill and peeping through the window—keeping everything but my beak out of sight, you know—and there they were, all four of them, out of the fur coats."
"So they're really here?" The rest of the Birds fell silent at the young, chirping voice, looking down at the crow chick. It popped its head further up when it saw it had their attention. "They're really here, and the White Witch is really going to be defeated?"
The Birds glanced at each other sidewise, out of tiny bright eyes. Such talk was dangerous.
But the Crow's father flew over and patted the tiny baby with his head. "Yes," he confirmed. "And then, for the first time, you will see spring. You will see Aslan, the great Lion Himself. So His prophecy says, and so it will be."