"Well, we ought to pack some food for the journey," says Mrs. Beaver.
"We've packed some and haven't even begun to eat it yet. There's enough to share, especially if you like sugar. Are we going to take very long to get there?"
"Not too terribly, I suppose," Mrs. Beaver says. "And sugar's nice, of course."
And so out they go, bundled into coats, Bella creeping along until they're not so near a drop. The snow has stopped and the moonlight is shining. "We'll keep by the riverbank as much as we can. She couldn't bring her sledge down here," advises Mr. Beaver.
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Date: 2014-06-22 10:01 pm (UTC)"We've packed some and haven't even begun to eat it yet. There's enough to share, especially if you like sugar. Are we going to take very long to get there?"
"Not too terribly, I suppose," Mrs. Beaver says. "And sugar's nice, of course."
And so out they go, bundled into coats, Bella creeping along until they're not so near a drop. The snow has stopped and the moonlight is shining. "We'll keep by the riverbank as much as we can. She couldn't bring her sledge down here," advises Mr. Beaver.