Tempus Fugit

The school year has begun here in Seine. High-school students walk through my beets field on their way to catch their bus. The boys, especially, are frisky and eager as beavers. That must be their first stage of life, the best I myself can remember back that far. In their second stage, they will want to build things such as dams, and "chew" down some trees, etc. In the third stage, they'll feel trapped, I think, and then skinned. I'm not sure what the fourth stage is.

-Old Gargoyle