It had been such a long week, Mr Beaver decided to treat everyone to fish and chips on the beach.
|"POPPA! POPPA! I WANT FISHCAKES!"|
The fish supper was delicious. Mrs Beaver suggested they should have ice-cream for dessert, well nobody was going to argue with that!
|"Im going to get the biggest, bestes ice-cream, with caramel sauce and a flake!"|
But somebody got far too excited when they got their ice-cream, and ran along the beach with it - ooops!
Mrs Beaver went back to the ice-cream cart and ordered Michael another ice-cream. He promised to sit and eat this one nicely!
|"Well what a splendid afternoon!"|