7:6.1

Morning is a time for reflection. At least it is for those lucky souls who have brain function in the morning. The beaver felt it really was a time for reflecting on why reflection generally had more refraction-type qualities if it happened before 10 a.m.

But, trying not to make light of it, the only thoughts the beaver had this early morning were ones that involved sleep and a little peace and quiet. Instead, he was forced to sit in this stupid cafe waiting for Gareth to clear out and let him get on with it all.

Worse, he was forced to listen to the insipid chatter of this weird long-haired twit as he loudly recalled his recent trip on a sailboat. As if anyone, including the poor girls sitting with him, even cared.

People, the beaver thought, not for the first time, are often too stupid to live.