Fuzz

The small beaver waddled all the way over to Pike's Lake again. His tiny brown eyes glanced around. It was once again peaceful. He had a tendency to stay around the water for safety. He looked around cautiously and paddled through the water, farther and farther out he went. Clutched tightly in his small paws were pieces of bark, which he fed on. He started floating on his back and started chewing the bark eagerly.