Well I did, dere. Like a drain.
“Luckily the yacht was made of metal”… aye, and luckily the poplar wasn’t. Hurrah for the brave gnawish wee creature. Kerploinggg! Donner und Vixen, nein, und Beaver. Donnerwetter!
I wonder if A Certain Sparrer’s Bruvver has been recruiting?
Among the castoridae? Wash yer beak out.
Werrrl, for forrin jobs…