Sunday, March 30th, 2003
I invested $29 in a fishing license yesterday and we went fishing at the foot of the falls at Puffers’ pond. No fish for us. But at one point, I sensed a big chocolate-colored dog at my feet and looked down and discovered a sleek fat beaver. He looked up at me, turned and waddled casually up the stream towards my son, then slipped into the water and surfed down the rapids out of sight.