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                “Alright, and – cut!” Charis, the “director” and my best friend, called from in front of the small stage, video camera in hand. I was standing in the middle of the stage, a sword in my hand. It wasn’t a real sword, of course, but it was serving us well so far.

                We were acting out some of our favorite parts from NARNIA, and having tons of fun. Most of the time I played all the different characters, but Charis would help me out sometimes.

                If we liked certain parts a lot, Charis would get her video camera out and start filming. Otherwise, we just acted them out for fun – and usually Charis would collapse on the ground with laughter.

                “Rob, when you pull out your sword and say ‘We have come to see Aslan’ make your voice shakier. Like this,” she took the sword from me and acted the scene.

                I shook my head at her. “Did the possibility ever cross your mind that I might be acting this way on purpose just to see what a lousy actor you are?”

                She rolled her eyes. “Whatever, Fuzz Brain.”

                I shrugged and grinned my special evil grin. “Well, at least I have a brain…”

                Charis stepped forward and slashed at me with the sword. “Bring it on then!”

                I ducked and grabbed a different sword from our container of them. Yeah, they were only plastic; some were even wood; but it’s not like we could’ve used real metal swords. Unless, that is, we were aiming to kill each other.

                “Alright, Shorty,” I said, still grinning. We slashed, bashed, and banged each other and at each other for a full twenty minutes, until Charis realized that the camera she’d set on a wooden stand was still on.

                She stopped, walked over to it and played it back. Afterwards whispering, “Oh, wow. Rob, come here.”

                I walked over to her and watched the rest of it. “What?”

                It finished, and then she stared at me. “Whaddya mean, ‘what’? That’s what! Did you see us? Man, I bet we’re better than Joey and Morgan!”

                I raised an eyebrow. Joey, my older brother, and Morgan, one of his closest and best friends, had been practicing sword and stick play and things like that for a long time; I highly, highly doubted we were better than them. We’d only been at it less than half an hour.

                She rolled her eyes again and sighed. “OK, fine; they’re still better. But you gotta admit that we were pretty good!”

                I nodded, slowly. “Well, yeah. But you have to admit that I was faster.”

                She picked up her sword again and poised it in the air. “En Guard, Fuzzy!”