Imagine my delight, therefore, when I discovered the blog-of-logs! I stared at it with my eyes for some time, shrieking with joy. And yet my delight has (quite naturally) been as NOTHING compared to that of Beaver the Beaver. He has been transfixed all evening, scrolling up and down with his beaver tail. Look at him, the tiny aquatic rodent scamp!
(For those who know little about beavers, the one you see in the photograph above is made of plastic, but the actual size of a real beaver.)
3 comments:
Logs are awesome. Blogs are awesome. I want your beaver, monkey.
I am glad your beaver rejoices in such loggery.
Feel quite smug here as I have not only seen non-Canadian giant orange toothed rodents (no, honest, orange teeth. Really and for true) but I have been SCOLDED by them. More than once! They smacked their flat tails down on the water in a snit and said my canoe was infringing on Personal Space and verging on Harassment.
Oh god. I'm a beaver stalker. What a horrid moment of clarity.
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