The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"Can it be made to stand up?" said the Elephant thoughtfully. She took the limp form of
Uncle Andrew gently in her trunk and set him up on end: upside down, unfortunately, so
that two half-sovereigns, three halfcrowns, and a sixpence fell out of his pocket. But it
was no use. Uncle Andrew merely collapsed again.
"There!" said several voices. "It isn't an animal at all, It's not alive."
"I tell you, it is an animal," said the Bulldog. "Smell it for yourself."
"Smelling isn't everything," said the Elephant.
"Why," said the Bulldog, "if a fellow can't trust his nose, what is he to trust?"
"Well, his brains perhaps," she replied mildly.
"I object to that remark very strongly," said the Bulldog.
"Well, we must do something about it," said the Elephant. "Because it may be the Neevil,
and it must be shown to Aslan. What do most of us think? Is it an animal or something of
the tree kind?"
"Tree! Tree!" said a dozen voices.
"Very well," said the Elephant. "Then, if it's a tree it wants to be planted. We must dig a
hole."
The two Moles settled that part of the business pretty quickly. There was some dispute as
to which way up Uncle Andrew ought to be put into the hole, and he had a very narrow
escape from being put in head foremost. Several animals said his legs must be his
branches and therefore the grey, fluffy thing (they meant his head) must be his root. But
then others said that the forked end of him was the muddier and that it spread out more,
as roots ought to do. So finally he was planted right way up. When they had patted down
the earth it came up above his knees.
"It looks dreadfully withered," said the Donkey.
"Of course it wants some watering," said the Elephant.
"I think I might say (meaning no offence to anyone present) that, perhaps, for that sort of
work, my kind of nose -"
"I object to that remark very strongly," said the Bulldog. But the Elephant walked quietly
to the river, filled her trunk with water, and came back to attend to Uncle Andrew. The
sagacious animal went on doing this till gallons of water had been squirted over him, and
water was running out of the skirts of his frock-coat as if he had been for a bath with all