The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

second was a young tree that seemed to be made of silver; but the third was a miserable
object in muddy clothes, sitting hunched up between them.
"Gosh!" whispered Digory. "Uncle Andrew!"
To explain all this we must go back a bit. The Beasts, you remember, had tried planting
and watering him. When the watering brought him to his senses, he found himself
soaking wet, buried up to his thighs in earth (which was quickly turning into mud) and
surrounded by more wild animals than he had ever dreamed of in his life before. It is
perhaps not surprising that he began to scream and howl. This was in a way a good thing,
for it at last persuaded everyone (even the Warthog) that he was alive. So they dug him
up again (his trousers were in a really shocking state by now). As soon as his legs were
free he tried to bolt, but one swift curl of the Elephant's trunk round his waist soon put an
end to that. Everyone now thought he must be safely kept somewhere till Aslan had time
to come and see him and say what should be done about him. So they made a sort of cage
or coop all round him. They then offered him everything they could; think of to eat.
The Donkey collected great piles of thistles and threw them in, but Uncle Andrew didn't
seem to care about them. The Squirrels bombarded him with volleys of nuts but he only
covered his head with his hands and tried to keep out of the way. Several birds flew to
and fro deligently dropping worms on him. The Bear was especially kind. During the
afternoon he found a wild bees' nest and instead of eating it himself (which he would
very much like to have done) this worthy creature brought it back to Uncle Andrew. But
this was in fact the worst failure of all. The Bear lobbed the whole sticky mass over the
top of the enclosure and unfortunately it hit Uncle Andrew slap in the face (not all the
bees were dead). The Bear, who would not at all have minded being hit in the face by a
honeycomb himself, could not understand why Uncle Andrew staggered back, slipped,
and sat down. And it was sheer bad luck that he sat down on the pile of thistles. "And
anyway," as the Warthog said, "quite a lot of honey has got into the creature's mouth and
that's bound to have done it some good." They were really getting quite fond of their
strange pet and hoped that Aslan would allow them to keep it. The cleverer ones were
quite sure by now that at least some of the noises which came out of his mouth had a
meaning. They christened him Brandy because he made that noise so often.
In the end, however, they had to leave him there for the night. Aslan was busy all that day
instructing the new King and Queen and doing other important things, and could not
attend to "poor old Brandy". What with the nuts, pears, apples, and bananas that had been
thrown in to him, he did fairly well for supper; but it wouldn't be true to say that he
passed an agreeable night.
"Bring out that creature," said Aslan. One of the Elephants lifted Uncle Andrew in its
trunk and laid him at the Lion's feet. He was too frightened to move.
"Please, Aslan," said Polly, "could you say something to - to unfrighten him? And then
could you say something to prevent him from ever coming back here again?"