A Beaver’s River Goes Soccer Ball

Flower 1:  Hey! (With shouts) Get up!  You are sleeping on my most beautiful, delicate roots. Get up, I said!   César the Soccer Ball shot up and noticed a bed of flowers.  He attempted to get near them when one of them began to shout:   Flower 2:  Be careful!  Not here! Ow! Ow!  What a moron! Such brute!  Can’t you see you are stepping on my roots?   Flower 1:  Halt!  If you would like to speak to us, say what you will from there!  Be still and speak now!   César the Soccer Ball had become so discombobulated of the flowers’ awful demeanor.  He remained immobile, afraid of stepping on the roots.   César the Soccer Ball:  Okay…; pardon me…I only wished … Like Madagascar, Beaver finds his companions have become too lackadaisical because of regular meals and comforts.  They cannot be bothered in their roles as stewards of the environment.