The motion light on our dock comes on and wakes me up. It’s 2 a.m. That beaver again, the one who has been gnawing on my trees! I get up, slip on my shoes and head down to the dock. Quiet, cold, pitch dark. Full on fog a foot above the river floats quietly in the grey mist circle of the dock light. Walk around in the dark. All of a sudden I think, “If the creature from the black lagoon comes up out of that river in the fog I’m a goner.” Then I consider, “is killing this beaver worth being dragged to my doom by the creature from the black lagoon?” Bring it on Lagoon Head; they didn’t have a nine-millimeter in the movie. Never saw the beaver. Hope that lagoon creature got him. Walked back up to the house without looking back. Tucked myself back in bed next to my warm sleeping lover knowing how lucky she was to be sleeping next to the baddest creature at Fair Haven.
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