En route to the west: The Pevensies stood on the bank of the river, eyeing the waters critically. The sun beats down on their necks, and they are hot, and dusty, and tired. Peter is the first to speak. "I think we should ford the river." Edmund says, "No, we should caulk the wagon and cross the river." "I think," says Susan, "we should pay that Indian to ferry us across." Edmund shakes his head. "We need to save our money for supplies at the next stop." "Susan may have point," says Peter. "Besides, we already have enough food. Ed shot that buffalo a few days ago, though for some reason he could only bring back 198 pounds of it." "But we need medicine," Edmund protests. "Lucy's already caught dysentery twice." "Three times," calls a weak voice from the wagon.
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En route to the west:
The Pevensies stood on the bank of the river, eyeing the waters critically. The sun beats down on their necks, and they are hot, and dusty, and tired.
Peter is the first to speak. "I think we should ford the river."
Edmund says, "No, we should caulk the wagon and cross the river."
"I think," says Susan, "we should pay that Indian to ferry us across."
Edmund shakes his head. "We need to save our money for supplies at the next stop."
"Susan may have point," says Peter. "Besides, we already have enough food. Ed shot that buffalo a few days ago, though for some reason he could only bring back 198 pounds of it."
"But we need medicine," Edmund protests. "Lucy's already caught dysentery twice."
"Three times," calls a weak voice from the wagon.
Maybe Aslan is the town judge!