Honestly. I didn’t even catch myself. I totally walked into that one.
That really happened I was walking by the side of a stream. There were wet leaves and rocks. I slipped on them, while on an incline. My face went right into the Beaver hole. Oh. My. Anyway, it was warm and wet…and smelled. Oh. My. I’m not making this story deviate in any way. Am I?
I’ll stop.