As the wind rustled in the surrounding trees about the schoolyard, Eustace had once again made visit to the soil of which he had buried his colourful clothes from Narnia. Once he had unearthed his old clothes covered in the dirt where he hid them, he had opened his knapsack to place them snuggly inside. While he was doing this, something strange had occured, an envelope had fallen out of one of the pockets and landed infront of his dirty knees. Eustace stared blankly at this envelope. He had lifted up the envelope and inspected it closely, noticing the wax imprint resembling the emblem of a lion. A letter from the Narnians? Who knows when that had gotten there, surely Eustace didn't remember retrieving an envelope while he was in Narnia. He ripped open the envelope and pulled out a letter, no surprise there. The letter was written upon a worn out piece of musty paper, only the beavers of Aslan's keep would know what was written on this paper. Eustace unfolded the musty paper, the letter was written quite legible. The bright youngster Eustace had begun to read this letter, insecure of what it was going to tell him.
'Son of Adam, I commend you for restoring peace to our kingdom. It is I, Aslan. The royal bloodline shall continue to flow through this kingdom. If any evil that shows its head, I shall summon you to this land to aid us in preserving that peace that belongs to the Narnians. They will welcome you with open arms as long as you keep this promise. Tell Jill that this letter was placed in your clothes after you had buried them.
-Your friend, Aslan.'
Eustace had sat there as Jill was calling out to him. He then turned around and saw her run towards him as the letter rested in his hand. Jill had asked him "What's that paper say in your hand?", then she took it out of his hand and began to read the letter. Eustace looked up at her face and tried to read her facial expressions, she looked unsure of what she was reading. Jill passed the letter back to Eustace and grinned. She looked down at Eustace and said in a cheerful voice "Looks like we have their thanks, it's nothing bad." Eustace slowly got up with the letter in his right hand and his bag of clothes in the other. "It's not that." he said "I just never knew that Aslan could write." Jill laughed at that remark and said "Well, maybe Rilian had to write the letter for him." Eustace wiped off his knees and placed his dirty hand over her shoulder. She threw his arm off of his shoulder and half-yelled at him "Hey, don't get my shirt dirty!" Both Jill and Eustace began to walk away from the pile of soil holding hands. During that awkward silence, it had occured to Eustace that there was a lot of sexual tension that he had held from Jill. He had stopped and spun Jill around to himself. She stuttered to Eustace "Wha-wha-what are you doing, Eustace?" Eustace stared at her with a bold expression on his face, it was getting pretty obvious by what he was thinking. He responded with a smug look on his face, "Jill, lets make babies." She was horrified by that statement. "What did you just say?" she asked in an irritated tone. Eustace lost the smug look and it turned into a frown, "Let's make babies?" She pushed Eustace away and growled "We haven't hit puberty yet and you're talking about mating? You're the most foolish boy that I've ever met!" Eustace lowered his head in shame. The wind in the trees got louder as the wind of silence rolled in again. He started to walk away from Jill by himself and then raised his hand as if he was going to ask a teacher if he could use the restroom. Eustace turned back toward Jill and asked quietly "What if we get to your place and fool around?" Jill let out a long sigh and said with a dull, monotone voice "Okay, but my parents will be home in one hour."
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