The Magician's Nephew

The Magician's Nephew

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C.S. Lewis

I, Strawberry, have just been turned into the winged horse Fledge by Aslan. He then told me to fly two children in search of a garden. About two-thirds of the way there, I started to tire, so we stopped for the night. For some reason the children couldn't eat the grass, so they ate some weird chewy thing from the female's pocket, and planted the extra one. The next morning they bathed and ate fruit from the tree, which was alright, but I prefer grass. We then kept on flying, and soon smelt a delicious aroma. We then found out that it was the garden, which looked extremely private, so only the male went in. He come out with a larger, and extremely rude female chasing him, and after he resisted the temptation of eating or stealing the apple that she increased, we flew straight to Aslan where the male planted the apple.