The Lion，the Witch and the Wardrobe(excerpt)
So the children all got close together and walked up to the tree and in behind it，and there，sure enough，they found the Beaver；but it still drew back，saying to them in a hoarse throaty whisper，“Further in，come further in.Right in here.We're not safe in the open！”
Only when it had led them into a dark spot where four trees grew so close together that their boughs met and the brown earth and pine needles could be seen underfoot because no snow had been able to fall there，did it begin to talk to them.
“Are you the Sons of Adam and the Daughters of Eve？”it said.
“We're some of them.”said Peter.
“Ssssh！”said the Beaver，“Not so loud please.We're not safe even here.”
“Why，who are you afraid of？”said Peter.“There's no one here but ourselves.”
“There are the trees.”said the Beaver.“They're always listening.Most of them are on our side，but there are trees that would betray us to her；you know who I mean.”and it nodded its head several times.
“If it comes to talking about sides，”said Edmund，“how do we know you're a friend？”
“Not meaning to be rude，Mr Beaver.”added Peter，“But you see，we're strangers.”
“Quite right，quite right，”said the Beaver.“Here is my token.”With these words it held up to them a little white object.They all looked at it in surprise，till suddenly Lucy said，“Oh，of course.It's my handkerchief—the one I gave to poor Mr Turanus.”
“That's right.”said the Beaver.“Poor fellow，he got wind of the arrest before it actually happened and handed this over to me.He said that if anything happened to him I must meet you here and take you on to...”Here the Beaver's voice sank into silence and it gave one or two very mysterious nods.
