The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

He had tried to. When the Bulldog spoke to him (or, as he thought, first snarled and then
growled at him) he held out his shaking hand and gasped "Good Doggie, then, poor old
fellow." But the beasts could not understand him any more than he could understand
them. They didn't hear any words: only a vague sizzling noise. Perhaps it was just as well
they didn't, for no dog that I ever knew, least of all a Talking Dog of Narnia, likes being
called a Good Doggie then; any more than you would like being called My Little Man.
Then Uncle Andrew dropped down in a dead faint.
"There!" said a Warthog, "it's only a tree. I always thought so." (Remember, they had
never yet seen a faint or even a fall.)
The Bulldog, who had been sniffing Uncle Andrew all over, raised its head and said, "It's
an animal. Certainly an animal. And probably the same kind as those other ones."
"I don't see that," said one of the Bears. "An animal wouldn't just roll over like that.
We're animals and we don't roll over. We stand up. Like this." He rose to his hind legs,
took a step backwards, tripped over a low branch and fell flat on his back.
"The Third Joke, the Third Joke, the Third joke!" said the Jackdaw in great excitement.
"I still think it's a sort of tree," said the Warthog.
"If it's a tree," said the other Bear, "there might be a bees' nest in it."
"I'm sure it's not a tree," said the Badger. "I had a sort of idea it was trying to speak
before it toppled over."
"That was only the wind in its branches," said the Warthog.
"You surely don't mean," said the Jackdaw to the Badger, "that you think its a talking
animal! It didn't say any words."
"And yet, you know," said the Elephant (the She Elephant, of course; her husband, as you
remember, had been called away by Aslan). "And yet, you know, it might be an animal of
some kind. Mightn't the whitish lump at this end be a sort of face? And couldn't those
holes be eyes and a mouth? No nose, of course. But then - ahem - one mustn't be narrowminded.
Very few of us have what could exactly be called a Nose." She squinted down
the length of her own trunk with pardonable pride.
"I object to that remark very strongly," said the Bulldog.
"The Elephant is quite right," said the Tapir.
"I tell you what!" said the Donkey brightly, "perhaps it's an animal that can't talk but
thinks it can."