“Poor old Bruin，” said Susan. “You don‘t think he was？” “Not he，” said the Dwarf. “I saw the face and I heardthe snarl. He only wanted Little Girl for his breakfast. And talking of breakfast， I didn’t want to discourage your Majesties when you said you hoped King Caspian wouldgive you a good one： but meat‘s precious scarce in camp. And there’s good eating on a bear. It would be a shame to leave the carcass without taking a bit， and it won‘t delay us more than half an hour. I dare say you two youngsters. Kings， I should say.know how to skin a bear？”
“Let’s go and sit down a fair way off，” said Susan to Lucy. “Iknow what a horrid messy business that will be.”
Lucy shuddered and nodded. When they had sat down she said： “Such a horrible idea has come into my head， Su.”
“What‘s that？”
“Wouldn’t it be dreadful if some day， in our own world， at home， men started going wild inside， like the animals here， and still looked like men， so that you‘d never know which were which？”
“We’ve got enough to bother about here and now inNarnia，” said the practical Susan， “without imagining things like that.”
