There's a Man in my Puka Talking About my Beaver!

What could be better than sitting in my puka and talking to one of my Tres Hombres Manches (there's something satisfying about using manches instead of sucios) about my beaver? And although I would love to devote this post to nothing but replicating even a portion of that conversation - just for the wonderfully droll (even a little drôle, in the scampiest of meanings) double entendres - but I think I prefer to leave each of you to your own imaginations. Although not nearly exciting as what we're all now thinking, I am happy to report that I have sold one of my father-in-law's beaver-fur bears to a coworker.