“There！” said the Mole. “They can talk. Who ever heard of a talking lettuce？”
“Perhaps they’re the Second joke，” suggested the Jackdaw.
A Panther， which had been washing its face， stopped for a moment to say， “Well， if they are， they‘re nothing like so good as the first one. At least， don’t see anything very funny about them.” It yawned and went on with its wash.
“Oh， please，” said Digory. “I‘m in such a hurry. I want to see the Lion.”
All this time the Cabby had been tr ying to catch Strawberry’s eye. Now he did. “Now， Strawberry， old boy，” he said. “You know me. You ain‘t going to stand there and say as you don’t know me.”
“What‘s the thing talking about， Horse？” said several voices.
“Well，” said Strawberry very slowly， “I don’t exactly know. I think most of us don‘t know much about anything yet. But I’ve a sort of idea I‘ve seen a thing like this before. I’vea feeling I lived somewhere else.or was something else. before Aslan woke us all up a few minutes ago. It‘s all very muddled. Like a dream. But there were things like these three in the dream.”
