Unbelievable

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Stefan never ceases to amaze me with the sheer unbelieveability of his tales. This time he asked me if I knew that "A beaver once saved the life of the queen of England." Apparently she was in the royal family's private zoo, and a young beaver dove in front of an assasin's bullet and saved her life. I don't know where he comes up with these or has the nerve to tell me them with such earnestness.

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Dmarie said…
*chuckle* whatever the reason...gotta love it!
March 3, 2012 at 6:10 PM
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