Beautiful Narnia

Peter Pevensie looked at the large sword in his hands and felt delighted.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his magical surroundings. He had always loved beautiful Narnia with its charming, curly castle. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel delighted.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Belle Johnson. Belle was a cute girl with amazing lips and beautiful eyes.

Peter gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a thoughtful, loving, cocoa drinker with blonde hair and blue eyes. His friends saw him as a large, lively man. Once, he had even helped an old lady cross the road.

But not even a thoughtful person who had once helped an old lady cross the road, was prepared for what Belle had in store today.

The snow flurried like loving beavers, making Peter happy.

As Peter stepped outside and Belle came closer, he could see the cute glint in her eye.

“I am here because I want a relationship,” Belle bellowed, in a splendid tone. She slammed her fist against Peter’s chest, with the force of a train. “I frigging love you, Peter Pevensie.”

Peter looked back, even more happy and still fingering the large sword. “Belle, I love you,” he replied.

They looked at each other with sparkly feelings, like two helpful, helpless horses talking during a very bad snow storm, which had piano music playing in the background and two gentle uncles smiling to the beat.

Peter regarded Belle’s amazing lips and beautiful eyes. He held out his hand. “Let’s not fight,” he whispered, gently.

“Hmph,” pondered Belle.

“Please?” begged Peter with puppy dog eyes.

Belle looked calm, her blushing like a bad, beautiful diamond.

Then Belle came inside for a nice mug of cocoa.