After a bit of walking, I randomly shot a tree a bunch of times and continued. After walking a bit more, I decided to take a rest. I perched on a giant rock and went to sleep.

Once I woke up, I saw a pack of wolves growling at me.

"We are members of the secret police," one said. "The Green Witch sent us here. You are a stranger to Narnia. Why are you here and why did you pretend to be a police officer?"

"How could you know I pretended to be a police officer?"

"Because we're psychopathic stalkers," another said.

"Ah. Ok."

I suddenly had a great idea. I tried to lift the giant rock I was on that had to weigh at least 1,000 pounds and throw it at them, but to no avail. I suddenly had another great idea. I picked up a stick.

"Doggies want to play?"

The wolves started panting and wagging their tails.

"Fetch!" I said, throwing the stick off a cliff.

They all ran after it, running off the cliff. I went over to it and looked down at them as they fell down hundreds of feet.

"You may have tricked us, but we'll be back!" One said as they all hit the ground and exploded, gushing blood everywhere.

Of course, I was still afraid, since one said they would be back. I hurried away.