The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe Synopsis

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe

The four Pevensie children, Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy, were playing hide-and-seek one day. Lucy hides inside a large wardrobe. She finds herself in Narnia, ruled by the White Witch, who makes it always winter but never Christmas. As she winds her way around a lamppost, she spots a faun Tumnus. He invites her to tea at his house. Once at the house, Tumnus plays a magic tune on his flute and makes Lucy fall into a deep sleep. Tumnus begins to cry and thus awakes Lucy. Tumnus confesses that he is the servant of the White Witch, and his job is to kidnap children. According to a prophecy, four children would overcome the White Witch and take her throne. Therefore, she enchanted many animals to follow her and kidnap children. Lucy pleads Tumnus to let her go, and he gladly agrees. As Lucy leaves the wardrobe, she tells her adventures to her brothers and sister and explains that is why she was gone for hours. They argue that she has not been gone. They also go to the back of the wardrobe, but it has become real furniture. At night, Lucy goes again, and Edmund spies her going. He goes along behind her, and finds Narnia too. He meets the White Witch, who enchants him with Turkish Delight. She asks him how many brothers and sisters he has. He tells her that one of his sisters met Tumnus the faun and promises that he will bring them next time.  When he returns to the lamppost, Lucy meets him. When Lucy tells Susan and Peter that Edmund was there, he quickly denies it. One day, as they are hiding from the maid of the house, they discover Narnia inside the wardrobe. They also find that Tumnus is arrested for not kidnapping Lucy. They meet Mr. Beaver and Mrs. Beaver, who tell them they cannot help Tumnus except for Aslan, a lion. The beavers pack up to find Aslan, but Edmund strays away to the White Witch’s palace, and tells her that his siblings are at the Beavers’ home. When the beavers and the children find Aslan, the White Witch travels to the beavers’ dam. She commands her followers to find the beavers and children. At Cair Paravel, the two meet. Aslan comprises with the Witch, who was planning to kill Edmund, that Aslan will die in Edmund’s place. That night, Susan and Lucy cannot sleep and discover that Aslan is gone. They soon find him and follow him. They witness his death by the White Witch and her followers at the Stone Table and stay with him after the evil creatures were gone. At the crack of dawn, the Stone Table cracks and Aslan rises up to life. Susan and Lucy rejoice and ask him why he rose up. He tells them that a person who has done no treachery dies willingly for a traitor will rise up. He lifts them upon his back, runs to the Queen’s palace, and revives all the statues that the Witch had frozen. The Queen and her followers fight the good side’s army. Finally, Edmund breaks the Queen’s wand, which has the ability to freeze animals into stone. Thus, Aslan quickly defeats the Witch. The four children are crowned at Cair Paravel and take their thrones. One day, as they are hunting for a white stag, they spot the lamppost and return home. 

Mesmerizing, Marvelous, Memorable Maine

Mesmerizing, Marvelous, Memorable Maine

I wiggled excitedly in my car seat. We were driving to Maine to visit my grandparents! I hadn’t seen them in a long time, but I thought the thing that was causing me to squirm were the adventures that were laid before me – the beach, the botanical gardens, and the sandbars.

“Hi, Grandma!” I cried as I ran from the car to hug her. “How are you?”

“Hello, dear! I’m just so glad you’re here. Oh, hi, Kimberly! Come in, Paul. So happy you’re here!” She led us to the dining room, where my grandpa greeted us in his big, hearty voice. We all seated at the table, drinking in all the scrumptious aromas. My grandma whisked into the kitchen and brought out a steaming egg and sausage casserole. As we nibbled at the savory dish, my grandma suggested, “Kimberly and Paul, could I take the girls to First Beach? It’s not very far away from here.” My parents nodded, and my sisters and I clasped our hands in joy. After my grandma passed around a sweet walnut cake, we started to bring stuff for the beach. My sisters and I squirmed into our swimsuits and folded towels in a bag.  My younger sister, Lauren, held a little sand truck with her while my older sister, Alana, and I carried buckets to collect seashells. We headed for the beach, slicked on some sunscreen, and dove into the water. After splashing around for a bit, Lauren started sculpting sand, whereas Alana and I searched for shells on the shore. I spotted glittering rocks, matte sea glass, and ridged shells. I heaped tens of them into my bucket excitedly. Curiously, Alana and I examined each other’s collection. I shaped all my sea glass into a fish, and Alana placed her shell collection in the form of “I <3 ME”. We played a bit more at the beach before we returned home. I had had a fantastic time at the beach.

“Today we’re visiting the Coastal Maine Botanical Gardens!” my grandma announced cheerfully as she set down breakfast.

“Cool!” I responded. “I’ve never seen a botanical garden before. What is it like?”

“Oh, you’ll see,” her eyes sparkled. I yanked on my apparels, brushed my hair and teeth in a twinkling, and bounced into the car. On the way, I tried to envision how it looked. Maybe it was like a greenhouse filled with potted plants. When we arrived, I skipped upon a dust and gravel path. As I entered an iron gate, I was mesmerized. Dainty, gorgeous petals and glossy, fresh leaves abounded everywhere. Sweet, strawberry lilies; bright, sunny daffodils; white, pure baby breaths; and so much more plants dotted the landscape. My grandpa stopped every few plants and explained about herbs, flowers, and vegetables. Delighted, I showered myself with quaint stone sprinklers in the shape of whales and dinosaurs; my grandpa, Lauren, and I got tangled up in winding mazes and paths; and my grandma, my mama, and I exclaimed in chorus over glittering ponds with creamy water lilies, graceful reeds, spotted frogs, and swift fish. We explored other adventurous sightseeing areas, such as a wigwam, a bear cave, a fairy village, a play schoolhouse, a real chicken coup, and a water pump. We enjoyed ourselves immensely, and I was reluctant to leave. However, my mama permitted me to buy a souvenir at the Coastal Maine Botanical Gardens Shop. I chose a pair of violet gardening gloves. While we drove home, I smiled as I thought about my wonderful experience.

“Pa, can we please row the boat? Just for a little! And, after all, our vacation is almost over!” my sisters and I pleaded.

“It’s raining outside, girls. We can’t go rowing in the rain,” my father retorted.

“Yes, we can!” we persisted.

Exhausted of much debate, my father sighed, “Fine, we’ll go.”

“YAY!” we rejoiced. He strolled out to the float to unhitch the boat while my mother packed. Since it was low tide, I had to help my father push the boat out of the sticky mud. It was extremely difficult work, but we succeeded. Soon we pushed off and were sailing. My father rowed in the middle while Alana and I rowed in the front. I loved to watch the paddle dip into the glassy green ocean and lift gracefully out as it sprinkled drops onto the glassy surface. The rain spattered harder on my skin, and we spied five ducks still swimming out in the rain.

My father pointed at them, “You see those five crazy ducks, swimming in the rain? That’s who we are. And that big duck in the front is me. And those four other ducks are you guys. Yes, five crazy ducks.” We giggled and started to joke about it. My mother suggested that we row over to the sandbars opposite of the house. My father consented, and we glided over the smooth water glibly. When we reached it, we discerned some puny holes in the sand.

“They’re clam holes!” my mother confirmed. We delved into the silky soft sand and uncovered many clams. At first I broke the fragile shells, but I learned to burrow warily around the shells to prevent them from being smashed.

“Look at mine! It’s so fat!” Lauren exclaimed in admiration.

“Ooh, I feel something!” I shouted. I scooped out an exquisite baby clam. Alana and I found five holes right next to each other, so we shoveled all of them with our hands into one huge hole. In that hole we found 24 clams! It was an awesome record.  In about half an hour, we had 30 to 40 clams and started to row back. My mother steamed the clams, and then we dipped them in butter for lunch. I devoured mine happily, gazing out the window at the sandbars.

As we waved goodbye to ocean, I recalled all my adventures – visiting the beach, going to the botanical gardens, and clamming at the sandbars – and decided that my vacation to Maine had been marvelous and memorable.

My Second Love Poem

Loveliness, Truth, and Grace

A lovely girl was such a model of truth and grace,

She was such a beautiful unprecedented case.

Bye the eye of a commoner, she was a princess.

Bye the eye of a prince, she was heaven with preciousness.

She is like a gorgeous, swift, and light butterfly,

Which nobody’s eye can escape by.

Her hair is as dark as midnight,

And her skin shines so bright.

She is as delicate as the moon,

And as radiant as the sun.

She dances as lightly as a snowflake falling,

And sings almost as splendidly as an angel singing.

 Every man wanted her for himself,

But the Lord gave her to a true and honest man and in this way he was blessed.

My First Love Poem

At last! My heart, o thee, is broken forever be!

And you, my dear, is the one I can only see.

For you, my love, have stolen my heart,

And made me blind; I feel we cannot be apart!

When you are with me,

I cannot see anybody.

Ah, if you could just love my soul!

I feel as if in my heart I have a hole,

That I cannot even for a moment bear.

If only I had known you would create a tear!

My love, I know now that you have tricked me.

You pulled me along, never intending to marry.

Now, I can speak no longer,

For you have pierced me forever!

                                                                  ~ My Lan