Then, in a moment, they were all standing up on their hind legs, laying their cool paws on his knees and giving his knees snuffly animal kisses. (They could reach his knees because Narnian Talking Beasts of that sort are bigger that the dumb beasts of the same kinds in England.) 

'Lord King! dear Lord King,' said their shrill voices, 'we are so sorry for you.' 

['What Happened that Night']