Kingfish, who had finally decided drunken beavers were daggit-like enough to catch. Or, at least try to catch. He wasn't having much success because, in an attempt to lure them into his trap, he matched them drink for drink of ambrosa and now wasn't in much better shape than they were.
As they skidded around the corner, Kingfish lost his balance (again) and ran into....
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