Walking in the garden, Angry Beaver is pleased to discover a rocking horse waiting in front of the interview screen. Finally, someone well-kept and of a good size. And he doesn’t interrupt Angry Beaver’s welcome, overview of Cascadia, and explanation over why they (he) needs a new dream interpreter. As Angry Beaver discourses on the need to understand the different symbolic natures of the bipedal and four-footed mind, he gently nods his head.
After an hour of good talk, Angry Beaver returns to the house happy. Rocking Horse (what was his name?) might be a little quiet for Cascadia, but it’s a restful quiet well-suited to someone who has to listen to people go on and on about their dreams.
Sorry the Dog waits until the big front doors have shut behind Angry Beaver before he rushes forward and grabs his toy up, growling to himself about how he knows better than to play around Angry Beaver. He hasn’t forgotten the giant white chicken incident and he doesn’t think Angry Beaver has either.
