Chapter Three
I dont own anything but my own people
Dear Diary,
Hello again. Today Susan's latest torture is picking out flowers. I picked out dead ones and she growled at me. She has never done that before. She takes this all too seriously. I mean she acts like she will kill me if i don't do everything just right.
Its been three days...so we have 4 more days until we meet Princess. Peter still wont tell me her name. He is being an idiot. I have even GROVELED at his feet and he wont tell me. Still a surprise I guess. His demise is still inevitable. What do you think i should kill him with? A sword or a bow? I better not kill him. Susan and Lucy will eat me if I do. They will cry and then eat me.
I have met a weird little man...he is called C.. He was asking us questions and writing them down. Lucy loves him. She calls him Grandfather. Aslan always smiles at C. like he knows something we don't. It makes me feel rather uneasy.
I love Narnia. I love it more then England even though i miss my mum and dad terribly. Lucy just yelled at me that I needed a shower. She said I stunk of horse.
Well Lucy that is what happens when you ride horses.
From
Edmund the Just
P:S- Lucy stop reading my Diary!