Mardi Noir

Ah, but it was a dark day in Beaverland on Tuesday the 23rd. Only ten days from closing, and Lady Beaver lost her job. Where in the world did she put it? She checked all of her handbags and inside of the highest of her heels, alas-- to no avail. It seems she really lost it.

Chin up, Lady Beaver. You need to keep on chomping away at the proverbial career log! Surely someone will want to hire a nice little animal like you to copywrite the wondrous things that they want to communicate to the public at large.

In the meantime, the poor creature has been reduced to selling her fetching escarpins and clutches on Ebay. It's terrible, the things an innocent beaver has to do to survive in the mucky marshes of Manhattan.

Lady Beaver isn't frightened. She doesn't sleep. She waits.