
We were on a hike when we met some people who'd just seen a beaver on the path. He had chopped down a tree and was dragging it along. They said he was as big as a bear cub, so we hurried down the path to see if we could find him, but he was gone.

We tried several paths to the river and finally got a glimpse of him, but he was too close to the bank to get a good shot, so after waiting awhile Mal finally threw branches in the water to encourage him to move away from the bank.

He swam further into the river, and then with a loud slap of his tail was gone.
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