"Mm-hmm..."
(￣~￣) Chew!
For little Annie, there had never been anything that a good meal couldn't make up for. And if there really was, then just treat her to another one, and that would probably take care of it?
"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm... It's so good!!"
ψ(｀′)o
So, after eating several pounds of delicious food in the White Witch's castle—in the super beautiful ice garden behind this "Icecrown Citadel," with its flowers, plants, and trees made from countless multifaceted crystals of every size—in that courtyard reflecting dreamlike, dazzling rainbow light, Annie had completely forgotten all the thoughts she'd had when she left Mr. and Mrs. Beaver's home.
After all, following her investigations, discussions, and, most importantly, "tasting" things, she'd reached a startling conclusion: just like her, the White Witch Jadis was probably a good person who didn't know how to express herself and had no interest in scheming—a pretty, forthright, big-hearted witch?
And that Lion King, the one called Aslan, was a thoroughly evil hypocrite, a fake lion, a schemer and a villain?!
(...)
(lll￢￢)
(Tibbers thought that if it ever got the chance, it would have to tell the lion, who would likely end up a tragic victim of the two witches joining forces: You could've won without lifting a paw, but sadly, you lost because of one meal...
Just look at the situation now. It was already obvious. A certain troublesome little girl—its troublesome little mistress—had decided that a certain lion she'd never even met was evil, all over one measly meal, and lumped him in with the bad guys?)
"Oh, right!"
o(′~`●)ψ
Chew~!
"Aunt Jadis, I think you're a really good person. But why do the people here... I mean those talking animals, of course—why do those guys outside always say you're a villain, and a really, really evil