Ever since the animals had first appeared， Uncle Andrew had been shrinking further and further back into the thicket. He watched them very hard of course； but he wasn‘t really interested in seeing what they were doing， only in seeing whether they were going to make a rush at him. Like the Witch， he was dreadfully practical. He simply didn’t notice that Aslan was choosing one pair out of every kind of beasts. All he saw， or thought he saw， was a lot of dangerous wild animals walking vaguely about. And he kept on wondering why the other animals didn‘t run away from the big Lion.
