The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

This was a difficult and delicate job but they managed it in the end. The little paper bag
was very squashy and sticky when they finally got it out, so that it was more a question of
tearing the bag off the toffees than of getting the toffees out of the bag. Some grown-ups
(you know how fussy they can be about that sort of thing) would rather have gone
without supper altogether than eaten those toffees. There were nine of them all told. It
was Digory who had the bright idea of eating four each and planting the ninth; for, as he
said, "if the bar off the lamp-post turned into a little light-tree, why shouldn't this turn
into a toffee-tree?" So they dibbled a small hole in the turf and buried the piece of toffee.
Then they ate the other pieces, making them last as long as they could. It was a poor
meal, even with all the paper they couldn't help eating as well.
When Fledge had quite finished his own excellent supper he lay down. The children
came and sat one on each side of him leaning against his warm body, and when he had
spread a wing over each they were really quite snug. As the bright young stars of that
new world came out they talked over everything: how Digory had hoped to get something
for his Mother and how, instead of that, he had been sent on this message. And they
repeated to one another all the signs by which they would know the places they were
looking for - the blue lake and the hill with a garden on top of it. The talk was just
beginning to slow down as they got sleepy, when suddenly Polly sat up wide awake and
said "Hush!"
Everyone listened as hard as they could.
"Perhaps it was only the wind in the trees," said Digory presently.
"I'm not so sure," said Fledge. "Anyway - wait! There it goes again. By Aslan, it is
something."
The horse scrambled to its feet with a great noise and a great upheaval; the children were
already on theirs. Fledge trotted to and fro, sniffing and whinnying. The children tip-toed
this way and that, looking behind every bush and tree. They kept on thinking they saw
things, and there was one time when Polly was perfectly certain she had seen-a tall, dark
figure gliding quickly away in a westerly direction. But they caught nothing and in the
end Fledge lay down again and the children re-snuggled (if that is the right word) under
his wings. They went to sleep at once. Fledge stayed awake much longer moving his ears
to and fro in the darkness and sometimes giving a little shiver with his skin as if a fly had
lighted on him: but in the end he too slept.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
AN UNEXPECTED MEETING
"WAKE up, Digory, wake up, Fledge," came the voice of Polly. "It has turned into a
toffee tree. And it's the loveliest morning."