The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

“What is the meaning of this?” asked the Witch Queen. Nobody answered. 
“Speak, vermin!” she said again. “Or do you want my dwarf to find you a tongue with his whip? What is the meaning of all this gluttony, this waste, this selfindulgence? Where did you get all these things?” 
“Please, your Majesty,” said the Fox, “we were given them. And if I might make so bold as to drink your Majesty’s very good health—” 
“Who gave them to you?” said the Witch. 
“F-F-F-Father Christmas,” stammered the Fox. 
“What?” roared the Witch, springing from the sledge and taking a few strides nearer to the terrified animals. “He has not been here! He cannot have been here! How dare you—but no. Say you have been lying and you shall even now be forgiven.” 
At that moment one of the young squirrels lost its head completely. 
“He has—he has—he has!” it squeaked, beating its little spoon on the table.

I've been slowly but surely making my way through the Chronicles of Narnia. I wasn't much of a reader when I was a kid, so I'm trying to make up for lost time here. This is my favorite snippet from the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. Before I came across the bolded lines, I don't think a book had ever made me LOL. Not some half-hearted snuff or giggle, but a full on laugh (out loud). 

C.S. Lewis, you da man.