Sunday rolled around. It was a sunny afternoon and I decided to take a bicycle ride through the neighborhood, maybe stop at my local, clean, not-well-lighted dive bar and write. I coasted around a corner and saw a larger-than-normal congregation sitting on Mark's sidewalk. Naturally, I pedaled over to investigate. Mark was there and waved me over. I pulled up and straddled my bike.
IMHO a beaver most certainly shits in the woods, but they will be riparian woods. 😏