The beaver nods and scurries off, leading them through the trees until they have come to a frozen river, across which has been built a dam now thoroughly frosted with icicles. In the middle of the dam is a sort of house, with smoke coming out of the chimneytop.
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Date: 2014-06-22 06:33 pm (UTC)"Oh," says Bella, admiringly. "This looks nice."