“I’ve got to，” said Digory. “It‘s about Mother. If anyone could give me something that would do her good， it would be him.”
“I’ll come along with you，” said the Cabby. “I liked the looks of ‘im. And I don’t reckon these other beasts will go for us. And I want a word with old Strawberry.”
So all three of them stepped out boldly.or as boldly as they could.towards the assembly of animals. The creatures were so busy talking to one another and making friends that they didn‘t notice the three humans until they were very close； nor did they hear Uncle Andrew， who was standing trembling in his buttoned boots a good way off and shouting （but by no means at the top of his voice）：
“Digory！ Come back！ Come back at once when you’re told. I forbid you to go a step further.”
When at last they were right in among the animals， the animals all stopped talking and stared at them.
“Well？” said the He.Beaver at last， “what， in the name of Aslan， are these？”
“Please，” began Digory in rather a breathless voice， when a Rabbit said， “They‘re a kind of large lettuce， that’s my belief.”
“No， we‘re not， honestly we’re not，” said Polly hastily. “We‘re not at all nice to eat.”
