“I want to be a Royal Guard when I grow up!” The refrain echoed in field and den, forest and fen, clifftop and shoreline, and many of these Narnians would eventually find some limitation that could not be overcome: small size, webbed feet, slow gait, unwieldy appendages, dull senses, or utter lack of any natural defensive mechanism.

The black-and-tan Goose out of the northern wilds, however, did not take no for an answer. After knocking Leszi horns over hooves with a blast of her powerful wings and pecking the agile Cheetahs until they fled the training ring, she coiled her snakelike neck back for a strike and hissed: “Do you still want to deny my application?” and Edmund could not in good conscience turn her away... and that, dear ones, is how the Just King was “goosed.”