The rustling in the bushes made me feel uneasy as I stood in front of my sisters. A beaver walked out into the clearing and I looked at Susan confused. I wondered what the creature was doing there and held my hand out to him. He seemed friendly enough.
He walked closer as appearing to look us up and down. It was almost as if he was making sure we were the ones he wanted to approach and I was quite surprised when the animal spoke.
"Well I'm not going to smell it, if thats what you want," he said.