The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe - C.S. Lewis
Next moment she found that what was rubbing against her face was no longer soft fur but something hard and rough and even prickly. "Why, it is just like branches of trees!" exclaimed Lucy. And then she saw that there was a light ahead of her; not a few inches away where the back of the wardrobe ought to have been, but a long way off. Something cold and soft was falling on her.
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