“What an extraordinary place!” cried Lucy. “All these stone animals – and people too! It’s like a museum.”
“Hush,” said Susan. “Aslan’s doing something.”
He was indeed. He had bounded up to the stone lion and breathed on him… For a second after Aslan breathed on him the stone lion looked just the same. Then a tiny streak of gold began to run along his white marble back – then it spread – then the color seemed to lick all over him as the flame licks all over a bit of paper – then while his hindquarters were still obviously stone, the lion shook his mane and all the heavy, stone folds rippled into living hair… Then having caught sight of Aslan, he went bounding after him and frisking round him whimpering with delight and jumping up to lick his face.”
-C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
