Another roar of mean laughter went up from her followers as an ogre with a pair of shears came forward and squatted down by Aslan‘s head. Snip.snip.snip went the shears and masses of curling gold began to fall to the ground. Then the ogre stood back and the children， watching from their hiding.place， could see the face of Aslan looking all small and different without its mane. The enemies also saw the difference.
“Why， he’s only a great cat after all！” cried one. “Is that what we were afraid of ？” said another.
And they surged round Aslan， jeering at him， saying things like “Puss， Puss！ Poor Pussy，” and “How many mice have you caught today， Cat？” and， “Would you like a saucer of milk， Pussums？”
“Oh， how can they？” said Lucy， tears streaming down her cheeks. “The brutes， the brutes！” for now that the first shock was over， the shorn face of Aslan looked to her braver， and more beautiful， and more patient than ever.
