Chapter One: Confusion for Mr. Beaver
Mr. Beaver hummed a quiet tune to himself as he skidded across the ice that surrounded the large wood pile that in reality was a very neat and orderly beaver dam.
"Whoops!" he chuckled as his paw slipped farther down the stream. He regained his balance and began to slide gracefully toward the opening on the side, just big enough to squeeze a fully grown beaver through.
He dodged a stray stick that would have poked his back and muttered, "Got to have that fixed." He resumed his song and burst into the living room with a cheerful, "I'm home, Mrs. Beaver!" he started to recount what a fine day it was when he caught sight of Mrs. Beaver.
Mr. Beaver stared open mouthed at his wife. "Hello? Mrs. Beaver? What's wrong?" He crossed the room to where she leaned against the wall, in a dazed state. He was only about to say the simplest of things, the weather and of course, the always required report regarding his innocent game of pool, but with her startling reaction, he became worried that she suspected the truth; that is was more than an innocent game of pool.
As he came edging nearer, Mrs. Beaver suddenly sprang up and began to collect dangerous implements from hiding places he had no idea even existed, except for behind the third loose plank to the side of the washer, and gave a small sigh of relief that he had removed his stash of-that wasn't important. What was important was that his wife was bundling all of the previously hidden firearms into a small bag. He watched in disbelief as the mouser rifle that was quite possibly taller than he, slipped in the bag without the smallest of hitches.
Mrs. Beaver pushed her furry paw to her ear, listening intently to the whispers that emanated from under her hand. Mr. Beaver gaped as she pulled a bulletproof vest from nowhere and snapped it on, slipping a pair of dark eyeglasses over her muzzle.
She turned to her husband and spoke in a harsh tone. "You saw none of this," she muttered, before she disappeared in a puff of smoke. Literal smoke.
Mr. Beaver slowly to the ground, whimpering. What was wrong with her? She was acting like…a…
Did she sign up for a job with a security team when he wasn't looking?
Yes. Yes she did.