Fetal kits float in the domelike dwelling of mother's womb, close to the heart. Her (mother beaver's) oily body flies through the water. Streaks shoot out from her outstretched, webbed feet. Even the base of her tail gasps in wide-eyed delight at her graceful leap over aquatic fairy circles. The smiles in their (the kits') gestures can only be described as wheeeee!