“You miss the point entirely,” sniff those wrapped in lion skins, seated high above. “You're ruining the story.”

Those wearing the leaves of dryads and the skin of nature turn their backs and huddle close, extending leafy fingers and branches out until they form a circle, and all that grows within is peace, and harmony, and joy.

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(No disrespect meant to Aslan, just some of his more...overzealous fans. Also, I just love you guys so much.)