"I'm gonna get you Peter," yelled a five year old Edmund trying to catch his older brother. "No your not you never do," Peter responded. They ran through hallways, up and down stairs and six times around the backyard, until Peter stopped to catch his breath.

"Ah ha I got you!" said Edmund

" No you didn't! I stopped," Peter replied matter-of-factly. His breathing calmed and they took off again yelling at each other. Peter neared a corner at the end of the hallway and took the turn right into a small table with an expensive vase atop it. Peter stopped and stared in shock at the wobbling vase until it crashed.

"Ooh! Peter you're gonna be in trouble," Edmund accused.

"No I'm not," he said waking over to the ceramic pieces pick up the biggest one.

"What are you gonna do with that?" Edmund asked puzzled.

"This!" Peter replied placing it in Edmunds hands running away.

"Hey! Come back!" Edmund yelled.

"Mum, Mum! Come see what Eddy did," Edmund heard Peter say in the kitchen.

Moments later Peter and Mrs. Pevensie were in the hallway.

"Edmund James Pevensie! What happened?" their mother yelled surprised.

"I didn't do it! Peter did!" Edmund told her, as Peter stared at him with a glare of victory.

"Do not lie to me," Mrs. Pevensie scolded her son.

"But I'm not, he bumped into the table running through the house," he told as truthfully as possible.

"Go to your bedroom. You will stay there until dinner. Never lie to me again and be careful when you are running around the house," Mrs. Pevensie punished him. Edmund pouted and walked to his bedroom that he shared with Peter. Peter put on a giant smile and went to find his sisters.

Later before dinner Peter went to visit his brother. When Edmund saw him enter he glared at his older brother.

"You got me in trouble," he said harshly.

"I did not, you were holding the broken piece," Peter replied simply.

"Yes you did and you know it," Edmund said, half yelling.

"But you have no proof," Peter said showing no emotion.

"I'll get you back you know," said Edmund.

"When?" Peter asked.

"I don't know but I will," Edmund replied.

"And I'll be waiting," Peter said.

"Boys dinner is ready come wash your hands," yelled Mr. Pevensie from the other room.

"Remember, I'll get you," Edmund restated.

At this they ran out of the room into the kitchen to wash their hands and sit down to dinner.