"Wake up. Wake up wake up wake up wake UH-UP!" A small yet annoying voice sang in Edmund's ear. He groaned and pulled his blanket over his head. Why is Peter such a bloody morning person? And a particularly perky one at that?

"Go away." He murmured.

"Can't! It's time for breaky-fast! Wakey wakey!"

"No...no wakey wakey."

"Yes wakey wakey! Come on Ed!"

"Wow you remembered my name. Part of it anyway."

"Yay! Will you wake up now?"


"Why not?"

"'Cuz I wanna sleep."

"You had enough sleep. You snored all night."

"Peter. Leave."


"Why not?"

"Because I'm BORED."

"Go get a servant to play with you."

"I can't. They're all working."

"You're the King. Order them to stop working."

"I can DO that?"

"You sure can. Now shoo."

"But...I don't want to."

"Why not?"

"'Cuz I want to play with you."

"Lucky me."

"Come ON." Peter pulled on Edmund's arm.

"Peter!" Edmund cried, then quickly contained himself. "Stop pulling on my arm. Please."

"Sorry." Peter let go of his arm and looked down at his feet. Edmund sighed. Stupid Peter...he can always get away with everything...even as a 6 year old!

"It's alright." He said. "Just don't do it again."

"Okay!" Peter grinned happily. "So what are we gonna do today?"

"Well, hopefully Typris will have come up with a potion to make you old - taller."

"Really?" Peter's eyes grew wide. "Why do I need to be taller?"

"Well, you can very well be a High King if you're not even tall enough to eat at the dinner table without having to sit on five giant books." Peter looked thoughtful.

"That is a good idea." He said almost seriously. "So when do I get to be taller?"

"Whenever Typris gets finished with his potion. Why don't we go over and see how he's doing after breakfast?"

"Yay! Breaky-fast! Let's have pancakes!"

"Urgh..." Edmund rubbed his forehead. Has Peter really only been like this for a day? Aslan, it seems like an eternity!

"Yum pancakes." Peter put his face almost dangerously close to Edmund's. "Yuuuuuuuuuuum."

"Cut it out! And go brush your teeth!" Edmund pulled a face.


"Because it smells like something died in your mouth." Peter shrugged.

"Must be the birdie."

"For the last time, you did not eat a bird."

"Uh huh. And he was blue and pretty and went 'Tweet Tweet! Help me! I'm being eaten!'"

"On second thought, let's go see Typris right now."

"But...what about pancakes?" Peter asked pathetically. Edmund half expected to see tears in the child's eyes.

"They're not going anywhere. There will always be a full stock of pancakes in Cair Paravel."

"What's that?"

"That's the castle."

"What's the castle?"

"Cair Paravel."

"What's that?" Edmund let out a low growl.

"Cair Paravel is the castle."

"What castle?"

"This castle."

"This is a castle?"

"YOU KNEW THAT!" Edmund hollered.

"Oh yeah, I did." Peter grinned. "What about the castle?" Edmund took a deep breath.

"This castle is called Cair Paravel."

"Why did you name your house?"

"I didn't. Aslan did."

"Oh, the King?" Edmund was relieved.

"At least you can remember who Aslan is."

"Why did he name it that?"

"I don't know. Next time I see him, I'll ask."

"It's a silly name."

"I like it's name."

"I don't."

"Well, what would you have named it?" Peter looked like he was in deep thought.

"Peter." He finally said. Edmund didn't respond. He was suddenly overwhelmed by a keen desire to bang his head repeatedly against his bedroom wall. Peter looked at him. "Hey, can I call you Mundy?"

"Well, I must admit I have never been asked that before. And no."

"Why not?"

"Because it's stupid."

"No it's not. It's fierce!"

"Mundy the Fierce. Oh yeah, there's a title that will win battles. Because the opposing army will die laughing!"

"I'd be scared." Peter told him.

"You're scared of Tumnus."

"Who's Tumnus."

"The goat." Edmund replied helplessly.

"Why would I be scared of a goat?"

"Well, he's not a goat. He's a Faun."

"What's a Faun?" Edmund realized that he just could not win.

"You know what? I'm being silly. A faun is just a figment of my imagination."

"A Faun." Peter repeated, seeming to have decided it was a funny phrase. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Faun." He giggled. Edmund ignored him.

"Come on, Munchkin, let's go to breakfast."

"Munchkin?" Peter asked as he followed Edmund out the door.

"Yes. It means small person. You are a small person, ergo, Munchkin."

"But I'm gonna be taller! Then you will be Munchkin!"

"I can only hope."

After a remotely uneventful breakfast (Peter only broke five dishes), Edmund dragged Peter once again into the forest. Typris was outside his home collecting leaves.

"So Typ, how's that antidote coming?" Edmund asked. Typris looked at the young Kings.

"Oh, excellent Your Majesty! I think I have it! It just has to brew for another..." Typris paused to look up at the sun. "Two hours and twenty seven minutes."

"Wonderful! Typ, you are a life saver." Edmund said. "Well, actually, I take that back. If you hadn't given him that dreadful potion in the first place, my life would not need saving."

"Look at me! I can stand on my head!" Edmund turned to see Peter with his back against a tree, but sure enough, standing on his head.

"Don't do that." Edmund said.

"Why not?"

"Because you're going to get a headache."

"I don't get headaches."

"Well then you don't want to start now. Now get back on your feet."

"Er...I think I'm stuck." Peter, now very red in the face, said.

"You're not stuck. Just let your feet down."

"I'm stuck! Help!" Peter cried. Edmund rolled his eyes, walked over, and tickled Peter in the side. Peter reacted immediately, giggling so hard that his feet fell down and he was able to sit up.

"There you go." Edmund said.

"My head hurts." Peter put a hand to his forehead.

"Told you."

"When do I get to be taller?" Peter asked

"Just a few more hours. Right Typ?"

"Well, I must caution you, Your Majesty...this may not be the antidote we - "

"Right Typ?" Edmund repeated menacingly. Typris sighed.


Hello to all my lovely readers! Well, I survived two days of college. Only about fifty zillion to go. Okay, not that many. But close enough. I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. In a recent review, I was asked if I have a younger sibling and where my ideas came from The answer to the first question is yes. I have a little sister who is exactly six years, ten months, and three weeks younger than me. I also have three nephews, two nieces, and more little cousins than I can count. I also have had quite a bit of babysitting experience, mostly my sister's friends. So I guess my ideas come partly from being around kids so much, and partly from my own imagination. In example, I have never had a kid ask repeatedly for pancakes or have one claim to have eaten a bird. I have, however, had my sister come in and bug me in the morning when I would rather be sleeping in. Well, next chapter will be up eventually. I still haven't really decided whether the antidote should work this time around or not. What do you guys think? Thanks for reading!

Love, Peace, and Pirates - Midnight Paradise

PS - Sorry, but I just have to brag. Yesterday I got a shirt with Peter (William Moseley) looking very chivalrous indeed for only $2 at the Disney Store! Heart!