Short Stories

Digory Kirke -adventurous, clever, skeptical, sensitive about his mother, hot-tempered, dangerously curious, impulsive

Polly Plummer -wants to be grown up, apprehensive, sensible, responsible

Peter Pevensie-leader, protective instinct, finds purpose in responsibility, can be harsh, hard on himself

Susan Pevensie -nurturing, beautiful, gentle, doubtful, dislikes conflict, needs to be heard/seen as smart, skeptical

Edmund Pevensie -needs recognition/love (receives the ultimate act of love and tries to live up to being worthy of this), wants to be treated like an adult, sarcastic, logical, fair and sees it how it is, strong sense of justice, intelligent (notices details, good at puzzling together mysteries), forgiving, pensive

Lucy Pevensie -trusting, optimistic, loyal, caring/loving, doubts her own competency & worth, values truth, valiant, naive

Prince Cor -lacks confidence, naive, high in openness, reasonable, can be pessimistic, easily discouraged, easily pushed around, gentle, concerned for others, brave

Aravis Tarkheena -self-important, distrusting, independent, smart, brave, confident, can be selfish, disgusted by materialistic overindulgence, great story teller (yes that’s totally a personality strength XD)

Prince Caspian X -caring, imaginative, adventurous, optimistic, idealistic, leader, humble, responsible, naive (not so much in VotDT), seeks greatness, values prestige & legacy

Eustace Scrubb (most of this after being a dragon)-intelligent, holds grudges, brave, concerned for his close friends, humble, seeks meaning

Jill Pole -emotional, impulsive, show-off, adorable, smart, independent, brave, wants to be important/included

1. Shasta was found drifting in the water as a baby and saved from dying

2. He belonged to a different race than what he grew up in

3. He meets Aslan in the wilderness who adresses himself as “myself” (similar to “I am,”) and gains understanding of his life’s purpose

4. He spends part of his life among royalty, part among slavery

5. He is prophesied to save Archenland

6. He crosses the desert and delivers Archenland from Prince Rabadash and eventually becomes their leader

Jill’s head popped up over the rim of the backyard fence.

“What’re you doing?” she inquired.

“Who are you?” was the boy’s reply.

“My name’s Jill and I’m staying with my aunt and uncle this summer, only they’re really boring and I have to eat asparagus for dinner and they won’t let me go to the market to buy cherry gum. What about you?”

“I’m Phillip,” he said.

“Well, what are ya doing?” Jill asked a second time. 

Phillip had one shoe in his hand and was hopping on the foot that wore the remaining shoe in order to prevent his stocking from getting muddy. When she had asked her question again, he had looked up, lost his balance, and dropped his white-stockinged foot to the ground. 

“Look what you made me do!” he said, rather annoyed. “I was trying to reach that peach with my shoe until you showed up.”

“Well you didn’t have to look up and lose your balance!”

“My mom is gonna kill me, no thanks to you. Girls are all like that! Talk too much and then make a man lose focus and get himself killed!” He used the word “man” here, however he was only about nine years old. Jill was nine-and-a-half, which was much to Phillip’s dismay when he found out. 

“Well boys always do such dumb things like throwing nasty shoes up trees. Nobody likes peaches anyway!” said Jill. 

“I like peaches!”

“Well, that’s because you’re a nobody!”

“At least I’m not a girl, which is worse than being a nobody!”

At this point Jill couldn’t think of something stinging to say in reply, so her head popped back behind the fence and stayed there for about two minutes of silence. 

“That’ll show him,” she thought. 

In the meantime, Phillip was quite glad the girl disappeared, and continued about his business, which included an attempt at climbing the tree. When the branch he swung from snapped, Jill’s head popped back up over the fence.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, luckily I landed on my feet,” he said, his heart pounding from the scare of the fall. Then, he pulled out a brand new pack of cherry gum from his pocket and unwrapped it. 

“Oh! Is that cherry gum? I love cherry gum!” said the fence. Jill’s head was bouncing up and down over the rim now. “Can I have some, pleeeaaase? I haven’t had any ever since I got here!” She had really only been in the neighborhood for two days, but two days feels like an eternity when you have to eat asparagus and stay put. 

“Here,” he handed over one piece. 

“Oh thank you!” Gasped Jill, and she threw it in her mouth and felt the cherry flavor ooze out. 

Phillip put the entire rest of the pack in his mouth and chewed very fast. Or, at least as fast as one can with a whole pack of thick, juicy, cherry gum in one’s mouth. When he decided he was finished, he spat it into his hand and stretched it into a long, pink worm of wet gum. He then proceeded to take one end and swing the worm in a large circle on his right side. Phillip’s plan was to stick the thick worm onto the peach, but when the worm finished about two circles, the end opposite his hand grew lumpy and heavy and half of the strand flew in the air and the thick glump smacked itself right onto the peach. 

“Blast!” yelled Phillip, although he was silently pleased with his good aim. 

Jill stood watching in silence, busy with her gum in her mouth. 

Phillip found the nearest rock and tossed it right at the peach. He missed this time, which made him angry since he seemed to have lost his good aim, so he snatched the rock up again and chucked it harder at the peach. It hit, and the peach swung for a few seconds, but settled, still hanging onto its branch. There was a nice dent in it now, as well as a small tear in the fruit where the rock pulled skin back, and he could almost taste the juicy, yellow flesh as it shone in the sun. Phillip finally sat down (on a dry section of grass) and furrowed at it. 

A gentle breeze rustled the tree’s leaves and the peach finally let go, plopping right into the mud where he had dipped his stocking. Phillip rose and walked to the peach. He picked it up and solemnly looked down at the bruised, torn, gummy, muddy peach in his hand. Jill glanced down at it too. 

“I told you no one likes peaches.”