10. Show the change in the Friends of Narnia from someone else's POV.

"Who're we attending to today?"

"Edward's been getting ahead of himself—thinking himself so grown-up. Let's give him some attention."

"It's that hairstyle of his. Isn't it messy and dirty-looking?"

"We'll rope the boys in and mess it up for him today. A little dirt would make it more real—good morning, Headmaster!"

"Morning, girls. Aren't you late for class?"

"Oh, you know—mornings just slip away from me sometimes. Time is, after all, an illusion. Isn't that what we're reading in literature?"

"And yet we must be on time for life. Off you go now!"

"Where'd you come up with that line for her?"

"Mum quoted it from somewhere-or-other. It's just the kind of thing the Head likes to hear. Anyway—let's duck in here. I don't feel like going to class."

"I thought they check the bathrooms."

"They've already walked past, while we talked to Headmaster. No one will find us. Have you heard where Edward will be today?"

"Probably near the ball courts. Or the track."

"Have Edith keep an eye on the track; Eustace can watch the courts."

"I don't think he will."

"What?"

"Haven't you noticed? He's not doing anything like he used to. He even talked back to Carter about a rabbit!"

"He stood up to Carter? That's quite unmanageable. We shall have to attend to him next."

"Before Edward?"

"I can't stand Edward's hair. He's today. We'll get to little Eustace Scrubb tomorrow."

.

Which is why, little children, we must always be careful what we plan for tomorrow, and do the important things today—because sometimes tomorrow doesn't hold what we think it will.

Now, because that left a rather bad taste in my mouth, I decided to do a second one.

I'd forgotten Polly again.

That's normal, though. We remembered Polly when we played at making tea in the yard (during fall and spring), and when we wanted to play household (she's wonderful at playing a bossy sister or a grandmother), but most of the time, we didn't remember Polly. Her inquisitive nose got stuck into many things, but they weren't interesting things.

Until one summer.

She never said much about that summer—no matter how much Adelaide asked. She told us she'd made a friend, Digory Kirk, and they'd explored together.

But somehow Polly had changed. She'd always been fearless—but now, instead of going other places, she'd stand up for people. She'd see evil and call it out. There was one time Adelaide—silly, pretty Adelaide—was surrounded by four boys, teasing and pulling her hair, and fearless Polly marched right into the circle, slapped the leader, called them bullies, and led Adelaide away. She might have done that before—if she wasn't somewhere else, looking at things—but she never would have been able to cow the bullies when she did.

Adaelaide never forgets Polly now.

And, having seen her stand up to others, I don't either.