The cracks between the pond stones were filled with clusters of soft, green grass, their blades bending, their tips weighed down with raindrops, leaning over and dripping down.
The fine drizzle wavered uncertainly, falling into the pond, splattering onto the wooden planks and leaving behind little brown spots that faded in the river wind.
The unfinished cottage, with pond stones as its foundation, spread from above the water to beneath it. Two little river beavers carried wooden sticks in and out, tirelessly adding bricks and tiles to the cottage.
It was hard to imagine that the small house, occupying over ten square meters, was almost half-completed in less than ten days with the joint effort of four beaver sprite monsters.
With the roof about to be finished in another two or three days, the chief designer, Big River Beaver, was called out by Liang Qu.
