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No one has come knocking at his door from the White Witch and Tumnus has been thinking more about what his father did for Narnia and how he might help.
For so long, its seemed impossible and so cold but now he has a bit of hope. Whenever he doubts and fears what may happen, he looks at Lucy's handkerchief and thinks of her warmth.
The days go by as they always do with cold and snow as he does his errands and keeps an eye out just in case Lucy comes back. Perhaps there may be a next time though he's not sure how he feels about that.
He wishes her safe and well yet he misses her so distracts himself with baking; brown bread, and scones in every flavor he can think of.
For so long, its seemed impossible and so cold but now he has a bit of hope. Whenever he doubts and fears what may happen, he looks at Lucy's handkerchief and thinks of her warmth.
The days go by as they always do with cold and snow as he does his errands and keeps an eye out just in case Lucy comes back. Perhaps there may be a next time though he's not sure how he feels about that.
He wishes her safe and well yet he misses her so distracts himself with baking; brown bread, and scones in every flavor he can think of.