Chapter Eight. Postmortem Exercises
With intermittent flapping of his wings, Owl was hard at work on his Recipes for Life book when he was interrupted by quite a racket. Offering his usual salutation, ″Who? Who?″ Owl looked down to see Beaver passing by lugging a most unusual piece of equipment. ″Beaver, what is that?″
″Oh, hello, Owl. This is my Scubamajig,″ Beaver replied. ″I’m working in the Black Lagoon today. You know Scalely, that retired movie star? He wants me to install a private movie theater in his lair. He likes watching his old movies.″
Owl hooted, ″Yes, I know him, . . . an interesting creature. One of the nicest monsters you will ...