8:16

Now, Albert didn’t know much about animals and knew less than that about beavers, but he was pretty sure that a beaver didn’t normally pant. Or have what appeared to be a sweaty brow.

Between the teeth, the tongue and the whiskers, Albert was starting to reconsider whether he might have heard the pathetic-looking creature speak.

“What are you looking at, Shortstuff?”

Well, that was certainly clear enough.

“I think I’m looking at a sweaty beaver. But to tell the truth, I’m not actually sure of that. I’ve never seen a sweaty beaver before.”

The beaver seemed to frown when he heard this. “Are you being smart with me kid?” the beaver asked suspiciously.

“Hey,” Albert retorted, “I’m just a kid. What do I know about beavers?”

To this the beaver just glared and a quiet harrumph was heard.

“Look, PeeWee, we need to talk. I can’t have you blabbing to everyone and you don’t want to get in the doghouse over your little unauthorized excursion. Let’s deal.”