An attempt to write a story with Virgo's influence.

Once upon a time there was a short and stubby, purple beaver with big wide-set teeth and a tail that was twice as thick than the other beavers in the Castor Canadensis colony. His family was embarrassed of him and left him out of parties and meetings. His friends always made him do stupid things that got him hurt. The beaver was very sad but he still loved everyone in the colony, even the Holikess, the senile old beaver who strikes his claws at everyone within reaching distance.

The lonely purple beaver went off to swim slowly on the far side of the lake where everyone wanted him, away from them. He bit off the heads of nuphar luteas as he swam slowly, dreaming about a coyote coming down to the colony to rip off the tails of some of the beavers and he would suddenly show up while everyone is hiding in the dams and beat up the coyote until he died. He would be a hero and everyone would love him even though he's purple and clumsy. He grinned at the thought and bumped into something soft and hard at the same time. The beaver backed up to see what the strange piece of land he has come across to was. He doesn't remember it being here before.

Suddenly, a sharp pain and the beaver was looking up from a few feet underwater. The beaver struggled and the pain intensified. He squirmed and shook with every inch of his small body, striking the thing that was on him until he saw purple. Silence.

He blinked. Something white, soft and wet poked his face. It sniffed and poke its nose at his. His vision cleared. A rabbit. An army of them stood a careful distance away from the beaver, staring, the small ones in the back hopping around to get a peak. The single rabbit that was next to him slammed her paws onto him when he tried to get up. He wasn't angry that she did that, just confused. The rabbit sniffed at his face again and hopped off. The army hopped away with her leaving him alone with the winged bugs.

He fell asleep again and woke up with the colony around him and his mother shaking him.

"He was just sleeping!" One of the older beavers exploded. "We have dams to make and food to harvest!" Everyone agreed and grumbled. Calling him names and telling him he's lazy. His family looked at him, ashamed.

"Don't you think you have enough attention?" His father spat with fire.

His mother patted his head and they left.

When it was quiet again, the beaver got up and ran. He ran all night, until he reached a very large lake, so dark it looked black. He sat just before the water and looked into the darkness of the mountains. He realized how alone he was now, and he was scared. Something in the middle of the lake rose slowly. Its outline was like a tree that got split in half, it's body, long and tall. It moved without a sound toward the beaver. The beaver stopped breathing, and just watched. Closer and closer the thing moved, until it was right underneath the moonlight. It was an elk!

"Why are you crying young beaver?" The elk asked.

"I miss my family." The beaver squeaked.

"Oh? Then why aren't you with them?" The elk spoke, barely moving.

The beaver breathed heavily for a long time. "I think it's best for me to not be with them, they are ashamed of me."

"Why?"

"Because I am purple."

"Do you wish to look the same as the others?"

The beaver nodded sadly. The elk quickly dropped down into the water with a loud and violent splash and an red-yellow-green patterned apple floated to him. The beaver took the apple and ate it without thinking.

A icy breeze flowed by, and the plants sighed and stroked him. The beaver decided to go back to see if everyone was happy without him. He walked until he was numb enough to not feel the cold anymore.

Something heavy crushed the purple beaver. The beaver screeched, afraid of another attack. The heavy white thing made of feathers rolled off and groaned.

"What are yooooou doing here by yourself, beaver?" The giant owl asked, rolling to its feet.

"I'm going home for a little bit." The beaver got up and took a bow at the great owl. "Goodnight."

"WAIT!" The owl fluffed over to block the beaver's way. "You can stay with me!"



The thing puffed largely, making itself bigger than it already was.