The No Thanks crew took some new friends kayaking. Arriving at the lake, they found there were ten seats available and twenty guys, so they paddled in shifts. The first group came back. “We saw a beaver, and it even slapped the water with its tail at us.”
The second group set out, and when they returned, everyone was soaked to the skin. Michael asked, “Did you all tip over?”
Laughter erupted. “No, we never spotted the beaver, so we made up a game slapping the water with our paddles, and this happened.”
The first group demanded another trip.
Written in response to Charli Mills May 30, 2023, prompt at Carrot Ranch Literary: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a beaver slap. It can be an actual tail slap warning on the water or an imitation. Is a beaver slap the name of something — a new type of burger, perfume, or a sci-fi gadget? Take ecological and poetic licenses. Go where the prompt leads!