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Embryll the beaver ran across the forest 

clearing and to his father's cave.

"Daddy! I'm home!" he shouted into the cozy 

cave. He threw the tools that he had been 

holding onto the table and ran into the living 

area.

"Yes, I can hear that," his father said from the 

couch he was sitting on. Over the years, Mr. 

Beaver had grown old and now, instead of 

fixing the dam as he had done when he was 

young, he utilized his son instead.

"How is the dam coming?" he asked his son. 

"Where is mommy?" Embryll quickly changed the 

conversation with a slight tone of discomfort in his 

voice.

"Getting reserves for the winter," the old beaver 

answered, preoccupied by his thoughts about the 

dinner to come. 

"Okay!" Embryll was glad his father was forgetful, 

unlike his mother. He ran to the hole in the wall that 

had been determined as his room-to-be.

Embryll heard his mother walk into the beaver 

dam. He raced out of his room to greet her and 

ask what was for dinner.

"Fried fish," she answered stoutly.

"Why? We always have fish!" he whined. It was his 

favorite food, but he really was acting on a simple 

whim. "And it's a Friday, too!" 

"I thought you loved fried fish!" she exclaimed. 

"You thought," he muttered under his breath.

"What was that?" She asked, raising one of her eyebrows.

"Nothing," he answered fervently. "I'm going outside, so 

don't wait up!" He walked out of the door nonchalantly.

"More food for us!" his father chuckled in the background.

Embryll walked along the path that had been forged by 

the many animals that had walked it before him. He ran to 

the clearing, the one with the lamp. He had never 

understood how the lamp worked, since most people 

didn't even notice it was there.

Embryll sat down by the base of the lamp post. He 

raised his head and stared up at it. After a while, he 

heard a whisper.

"What's that?" he thought. "It sounded like a girl". 

Embryll got up and scanned his surroundings. He 

walked towards the voice.

"He saw you!" a boy exclaimed. Embryll located 

them. They were behind a tree. It was a boy and a 

girl. He walked closer, only to have the boy push a 

nearby tree and have it fall down, right on poor 

Embryll. 

"Hey!" Embryll screamed at them. 

The girl's eyes became as round as saucers. She 

gasped along with the boy. "He talks!?" they exclaimed 

at the same time. 

"Yeah, yeah. Now will you help me out from under this 

thing?" Embryll asked.

"Whoa. First we find this place, and then a talking 

beaver?" The girl asked. "This day just gets better and 

better!"

"GET ME OUT!" In his anger, Embryll threw off the 

branch. He now approached the children. 

"So, who are you?" he asked the children, now in a 

perfect state of calm.

"Well, I'm Camilla," the smaller girl said, "and that's 

Sebastian." She finished by looking at the beaver. 

"Who are you?"

"Are you a Daughter of Eve?" Embryll threw her off 

with his question.

"A Daughter of Eve? Of course not! I'm a Daughter of 

Elizabeth, who is a Daughter of Lucy!" She laughed at 

the small beaver.

"What species is that?" the beaver wondered. He 

had an idea. Had not the first daughter of Eve 

called her self a- wait, what was it? Ah, yes, a 

human.

"Are you a human?" he asked, the unfamiliar word 

rolling off his tongue.

"Yes! I am!" she said brightly.

Meanwhile, the brother had taken out a quizzical 

contraption, muttering that there was no "Wi-Fi".

"Wi-Fi, Wi-Fi," he sang. "Where are you, Wi-Fi?" Just 

then he noticed the beaver and Camilla staring at him. 

"Well, what?" he asked. Beginning to climb the tree in 

his quest for Wi-Fi, the beaver turned towards Camilla.

"What's Wi-Fi?" he asked, turning his head and looking 

at Camilla, a curious look in his eyes.

"It's the best thing ever," Sebastian negligently 

stated from the top of the tree. 

"I would watch out if I were you... There are ravens up 

there," the beaver nervously said. "Could you please 

come back down?"

"No way! This is awesome! And what are ravens, 

anyway?" Sebastian said. He stayed there, moving his 

device in hopes of catching the so called Wi-Fi.

Then they heard it. A low screech, getting louder by the 

second. 

"Raptor!" Embryll screeched, "get down!" He hid under 

a fallen tree, soon to be followed by an aghast Camilla.

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