CHAPTER THREE

                                    

                                          

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 She gasps and stopped at her tracks at the sudden guests in her home.
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"O-oh... Well, those aren't badgers..."she mumbled and smiled as she greeted them.
"Oh! I never thought I'd live to see this day" she said happily. The five of them smiled back with the same enthusiasm. Mrs. Beaver glared at her husband as she dust off some dust on her fur.
"Look at my fur. You couldn't give me ten minutes warning?" she huff.
"I'd have given a week if I thought it would've helped" he said in joking manner and chuckles making their guest giggle in their cute banter, except Edmund.
"Oh, Come inside, and we'll see if we can get you some food and some civilised company" Mrs. Beaver said smiling warmly to them before giving Mr. Beaver a side glance. 
Mr. Beaver laughed silly and followed his wife and let them get inside first in their adorable house. 
"Now, careful. Watch your step" He said. Hera went inside first, followed by Susan then Lucy, Peter and Edmund.
"Excuse the mess, Can't get Mr. Beaver to get out of his chair" She said as she set some chairs on the table. 
"It looks warm and cozy, Mrs. Beaver. I think it's very wonderful" Hera said. 
"It looks beautiful, Mrs. Beaver" Lucy said. 
"Oh, Thank you, dear." Mrs. Beaver replied as she blushed and busied herself at their small kitchen. 
"Let me help you, Mrs. Beaver" Susan offered and went to Mrs. Beaver while Hera helped her by setting the Table when Peter and Lucy sat on the chair with Mr. Beaver. Edmund choose to stay and sat on the stairs near the door.
"Isn't there anything we can do to help Mr. Tumnus?" Peter asked. susan came back with a teapot and sat down in between of Peter and Hera.
"They'll have taken him to the Witch's. You know what they say; there's few that go through them gates that come out again" he said. Mrs. Beaver came back.
"Fish 'n Chips?" She offered and put it on the table.
"But there is hope, dear. Lots of hope" she continued and put her paw on Lucy's shoulder as comfort and look at Mr. beaver who snorted on his tea.
"Oh! Yeah! There's a right bit more than hope!" he exclaimed and lean a bit closer to the table.
"Aslan... is on the move" he whispered.
Hera felt something in her heart when she heard that unfamiliar name, a warm gush of feeling surrounds her heart that made her smile.
"Who's Aslan?" Edmund asked after a while and walk just behind Susan. Mr. Beaver laughed and snorted as he continue on what Edmund said. 
"you cheeky little blighter" he said and continued laughing. Edmund flushed at embarrassment and was slightly offended. the four who was sitting looked at each other. Mrs. Beaver swatted his shoulders and glared at him.
"What?" he asked his wife and while raised her eyebrows and tilt her head to the children's direction and there he saw that no one was laughing.
"You don't know do you?" he asked with a frown.
"We haven't exactly been here long" peter answered.
"Well, he's only the king of the whole wood. The top geezer. The real King of Narnia" he said in a pointed tone. Edmund rolled her eyes and turned around.