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Disclaimer: The Chronicles of Narnia and its characters do
not belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for my and (I hope) my
readers' amusement only and have no intention of trying to make
money off of them in any way, shape or form.
Warnings: None to speak of.
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia
Author: The RCK
Last updated: 16 February 2013
Thanks to Hope of Dawn for beta reading.
I used the following websites for information about guinea pigs:
the Least of These
The Wood Between Worlds wasn't truly silent. The trees whispered for
those who listened carefully. The guinea pig didn't truly listen,
but the sound soothed her. She nibbled on the grass. It tasted
better than anything she'd ever eaten before. She wandered a little,
but there was no need to go far. There was plenty of grass and
plenty of water.
She'd been scared when she first arrived. The water in the pool was
too deep for her to touch the bottom, and she didn't swim well. The
fear didn't last long. No fear could in this place, and her strength
for swimming was greater than she expected. In this place, she
thought she might have strength enough for anything.
She couldn't help but notice the comings and goings of the people.
They were loud and disruptive, always moving about. She didn't know
why they couldn't accept the peace of this place. There couldn't be
a better place anywhere, but they always seemed eager to leave.
The last time the people came, they came with a Lion. The guinea pig
had no idea what a Lion was but recognized this one. He had the look
of a predator, but he felt like mother and safety and all good
things. The guinea pig didn't go near while the people were still
there but approached quickly when the people had gone.
The Lion's breath was warm on the her body. She smelled sun and cut
grass and none of the reek of dead things that she associated with
carnivores. "Ah, little one." The Lion lowered His head and nuzzled
the guinea pig. "You've made a great journey." Using his teeth, He
carefully removed the ring taped to her fur.
She stayed completely still, not out of fear but in the certain
knowledge that He wouldn't do anything to harm her.
"You don't need that any longer. Now, what do you prefer-- You may
stay here. This is a part of my lands, though not truly the country
where you belong. You may come home with me to be with other guinea
pigs in a land all your own, or you may go back to the world you
The guinea pig couldn't really remember the world she had come from,
not at first. Then she remembered being taken from her siblings and
handed to a man with cold hands. She remembered being in a dirty
cage with too many others and not enough food. They'd bitten and
scrambled over each other, fighting for space and the wilted leaves
and vegetables provided. The cold handed man would come and take
away one at a time and never bring them back. When he came to their
cage, he often smelled of death.
She squealed a negative. She would not go back.
"It is not all like that, you know. There are kind people with
gentle hands who provide good food." The Lion's tone was gentle. He
didn't seem to be urging her toward that world, just offering more
She squealed another negative. Why take a chance? This place was
fine and beautiful. Food was plentiful. She had never felt so
The Lion nuzzled her again. "Ah, my child. If you stay here, you
will be content, but you will be alone. Time doesn't pass here, so
nothing will ever change."
Change, she felt, was overrated. She wriggled happily in the grass
to show how wonderful she thought it was. The Lion, she knew, would
"The land of guinea pigs has much to recommend it. There are many
others of your kind there, and the food is every bit as wonderful as
this grass. The best carrots you ever tasted. Apples with no seeds.
Lettuce and peppers and berries. Nothing spoiled or wilted."
She hesitated. As He spoke, she could smell each of the foods he
mentioned. She could almost taste them. She squeaked a question
without being entirely sure what she was asking.
"I would recommend either the land of guinea pigs or a return to the
world from which you came. The latter will lead to the land of the
guinea pigs in the end. All creatures come to my land in time."
She wondered why He was giving her a choice. She didn't expect it
from those more powerful than she, and He seemed to know what was
best. As she considered, what he'd said, she realized that all she
truly wanted was to be close to Him. Where would she be closest to
Him? She rubbed against one of his feet, silently asking the
"Come with me, daughter. I am always with you, no matter where you
are, but you will feel me most strongly in the land of the guinea
pigs. I am your home, and that place is your home, as well."
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