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On the dam stood Pau-Puk-Keewis, O’er his ankles flowed the streamlet, Flowed the bright and silvery water, And he spake unto the beaver, With a smile he spake in this wise: “O my friend Ahmeek, the beaver, Cool and pleasant Is the water; Let me dive into the water, Let me rest there in your lodges; Change me, too, into a beaver!”
- 11 month old beaver – Cheryl Reynolds