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North American (General)Transcript
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CB started walking back through the forest path the home and then heard a crunch in the underbrush to her right and then another one to her left and then one behind her, and then went ahead. Otter, she shouted. She knew that there was no one else besides otter that could move so quickly in every different direction and seem to be in four places at once. Otter popped up from beneath a pile of leaves, vibrating like a swarm of honeybees protecting a nest. He shook, starting at his head and working through his body to his tail, he said, spraying a few bits of leaf onto the forest floor. He adjusted his tie, pulled his sunglasses up, so they rested on his forehead and squinted at her low. C B Hi Hello, How are you this fine day? How you doing? What's up? I said CB. Okay, I guess. But I'm starting to get a little worried, worried, really nervous. Anxious? Yes, tell me about it. Spilled the beans, fess up. So she did. CB left the house and went down to the pond. She walked around most of it and finally found Mr Beaver by the dam cutting a tree for repairs. Tim her, he yelled and she stood back enough to watch the tree fall the one side and felt that shake the ground around her. It kicked up dust and little pieces of leaf and she could smell the scent of freshly chewed wood. Mr. Be stood there in his work overalls covered in wood chips and smiling at her. Why? If it isn't my favorite young bear, How are we today? I'm not too good. Mr. B. Mama thinks I stole a pie.