I had that Prince Caspian round the other day. He don't half like jam. In between shoving toast into his mouth he kept going on about this bloody lion thing. Supposed to be a great bloke this lion. What he does right, he turns up at the end of wars when almost everyone is already dead and says some stuff about bravery and that. Then everyone loves him yeah? I can't pretend it made any sense to me. I don't know much about Christian allegory but I do know I am now completely out of apricot jam, as they old saying goes.
Greedy little git, he must have had at least six rounds of toast. I guess I'm lucky the lion never turned up. Small mercies eh?
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