Bon Bon

Bon Bon a male Bongo came walking towards the lake.He lowered his head down to drink.

Fuzz

The young beaver was swimming along through the lake, the lower half of his furry body submerged in the cool liquid. It was officially spring, he could easily tell, so now ice was all melted and he could easily venture through the waters again.
Suddenly, his beady black eyes landed on quite the strange looking deer. At least, he thought it was a deer. A deer of a different color, that is. Slowing slightly, and changing course toward where the creature was drinking, he suddenly slapped his tail down on the surface of the water to create a loud slapping noise, wanting to see what the thing would do. Time to investigate.

Bon Bon

As he was drinking he heard the splash and he immediatly ran off a ways and then looked over the water.He saw a beaver but nothing more.

Fuzz

Fuzz the beaver was quite energized for the new spring, and had been looking for something to keep him entertained. This could just be the ting for him.
Lifting his mouth from the surface as he waddled to the shoreline, he gave a high chuckle at the 'deer's' reaction. "Run run run," he chanted loudly, flapping his flat tail on the water again, sending droplets and small waves everywhere. He then settled himself, resting on his belly. "Who're you? And what are you?" he asked, finding this creature quite amusing. Just what he needed.

BonBon

He snorted and watched the beaver carefully.He lowered his head alittle to sniff his scent."I am bon bon and im a bongo"He said."who are you and waht are you?"

Fuzz

The beaver stared at the 'bongo' with his beady eyes, resting easily on the shore. Small waves flapped at him, and he relished in the cool feeling. Nice.
"A beaver! Name's Fuzz!" he seemed to squeak, and then blinked at the strange creature. A bongo. Never heard of it before, let alone seen one.

Papyrus

The African Jacana seemed to walk on water as she strolled upon the lilypads. A strange-looking bird, she was, with those long toes. But she was beautiful. Her bright plumage could be seen against the murky water and green foliage. She stopped to look at the beaver and bongo. She had never seen either of these creatures before. She stepped in for a closer look. "Hello..." She said politely. "I am called Papyrus, and I'm an African Jacana." Her head stayed in its place as the rest of her body floated with the lilypads.