Busy as a beaver ...
I focused on th e newest DNA I carried inside me. SCHLODP!
My body began to shrink. Arm s and legs sucked into my

torso.
FWUUMP!
I hit th e ground.
PING PING PING . . .
Thick brown fu r sprouted all over my body. I felt suddenly

warm , like I'd pulled on a we t suit.
POOT. PODT.
My back legs reappeared as shor t little flipper-feet. A heavy

weight pulled on my rear end. I turne d my head around. Stretching my spine almost tw o feet beyond my main body was a thick, flat, formidable mass. A paddle, a tool, a tail.

Finally, my skull began to shrink, squeezing my brain into a new shape. Rock-hard skull bones, heavier than a human's, elongated to for m a very rugged jaw. And inside, my fron t teet h were growing. And growing . . .

The beaver didn't have th e raw, quick strengt h of a tiger. Bu t it did have amazing stamina. And its mind was smar t in a goaloriented, problem-solving kind of way. It also felt very anxious to get to its project. The beaver's mind was alive with a single thought.

There are things to be done! Work! Work! Work!

OCRed By Arpit Nathany