in that wishy washy time between winter and spring, i prefer beaver as opposed to fox or alligator or eagle. beaver has a certain je nous se qua about it. you know, the way it nibbles on your skin when the wind blows through the buildings at fifteen miles an hour. or sometimes, when i’m at home and after i’ve taken a shower, instead of using a towel, i use the beaver. it’s keeps me warm. i can spend the whole day in the beaver.