Chapter Two: Mrs. Beaver's Secret

Mrs. Petunia Beaver darted swiftly across the softly falling snow. Although the White Witch was gone, Aslan having banished her, the seasons had taken a human view on their styles, so it was winter now, having just been autumn. She couldn't wait for spring again.

She has recently acquired a job of the most dangerous of natures. She was tired of being excused a fat old beaver. She was competent, and she was going to prove it to those silly guards that looks weren't everything. She may not be a lumbering thug, but she was quick on her feet and had a daring instinct.

A crackling sound filled her ears and she pressed a paw to the chip, hoping for better reception.

"Beaver, ma'am, we have a situation involving a pack of faeries-"

She sighed. "Rodney, it's Mrs. Beaver, please," she corrected him.

She could feel his blush through the communication line. "Sorry, Mrs. Beaver, ma'am. It's these faeries-sorry, it's Hippsta Faeries. They're slugging people left and right, accusing them of breaking into their crib. Making a real mess of things, really. We were hoping you could help, being the only female on the force, and, well, they are a little particular about who they talk to right about now-"

Crash!

BOOM!

Mrs. Beaver exhaled quietly and turned off her chip, resuming her quick gait to Cair Paravel. This was going to be extremely annoying