The beaver swam to the edge of the stream and pulled down a branch to nibble on.
Can I take a picture of the beaver?
I took a picture and showed Cooper and Locklyn.
When the beaver finished his meal, he pushed off the bank of the stream. Floating down the river, he swam around the bend. There was nothing to see now, so I we all headed to our tents and trailers. I curled up in my sleeping bag thinking of the beaver.