Saw a muskrat by the river trail yesterday. He was fine until I slowed down-- I think my staring made him uncomfortable. He waddled away in a way that made it seem he could stand to lose a few pounds, but I guess that awkwardness just comes with being a muskrat. All the substance of the beaver without the glory of the tail.. .
(on second glance, though, looks like a few muskrats have shed their humble beginnings)
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