My First Fan-Fic

To appease Nessa and LC, who have been clamoring for more, I write this update.


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A fox jumped down from the top of a large rock that he had been standing on. He looked at them and swished his bushy tail back and forth.
Mr. Beaver growled, "Take one more step, traitor, and I'll chew you to splinters!"
The fox laughed. "Relax! I'm one of the good guys."
"Oh yeah? Well you look an awful lot like one of the bad ones," Mr. Beaver replied.
"An unfortunate family resemblance, I'm afraid," the fox said. "But we can talk about that later. Right now, we have to move!"
"What exactly did you have in mind?" Peter asked.
Moments later, they found themselves climbing up into a large tree nearby. Emily was the last one to climb up. Just as she was about to pull herself up onto the branch with the others, the wolves burst out of the tunnel, startling her. She lost her foot hold and found herself dangling by her hands from the branch. If she fell, it would all be over for her. How long could she hang on? Susan tried to reach down and help her, but had to sit back up suddenly because she was dizzy from the hieght. Emily shut her eyes tight and held on because her life, and possibly the lives of the others, depended on it.
 
Emily struggled to get her feet back onto the branch. She couldn't hold on much longer. swinging herself back and forth carefully, one of her feet caught the branch. She steadied herself and moved to get the other foot onto the branch. The Pevensies watched her, praying that she would make it.
 
Dear Alice,

Actually, I did read the opening chapters of this story weeks ago, but I dropped it because I had so much else on my plate. Now, however, the author has become one of my granddaughters, and besides has ASKED if I've read it; so, despite the infuriating slowness of the forum software (which is also holding up my effort to post this), I have now read it up to date.

Your insertion of Emily into the existing story reminds me of something I used to do for my daughter Annemarie when she was little: I would make HER a character in the bedtime stories I told her. By far her two favorite adventures were (1) being a younger pal of Cinderella, accompanying her to the ball, and later being the one to inform the searching Prince of Cinderella's whereabouts; and (2) sailing with Odysseus to the mythical island of the Cyclops!

Emily carrying the trauma of losing her father and her friend Tessa (plus others too, evidently?) makes me think of the original "Never-Ending Story." In that, as perhaps you know, the boy Bastian vicariously enters Fantasia as he is grieving the death of his mother.
 
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