While hiking in a state park near here today, my sister and I stumbled across this poor fellow. A bit unsettled and unsure whether he was dead or alive (perhaps lying still – trembling with fear – until we passed by), we backed off a bit and my sister threw a stick at him. When it hit his stiff little beaver body with a thud, we knew he posed no danger. And we laughed hysterically!
I wonder what happened to him? So odd to find him propped up just so. What do you suppose what his (her?) undoing?
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