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  • "Maybe a muskrat."

    I was doubly startled. By the appearance of this water creature slap bang in the middle my Monet-ish reverie, and by this pretty blonde woman who equally unexpectedly was standing by my side and gazing down into the rippling pond.

    "Not a beaver, no, tail's all wrong. Too squat and hairy for an otter. A muskrat."

    I could only agree.

    I looked again at the pretty woman.

    A muskrat.

    Yes, that was what Monet needed.

    (Edited to fix my Impressionist confusion! Renoir to Monet!)
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