[center][h2]Beavers.[/h2][/center]

The vast breadth of the World River was immeasurable and indomitable. If one were to stand on the southern bank, you'd never see the northern, and if you stood on the northern, well you wouldn't see the south. Some settlements and some peoples never knew there even was another side to the river, and that was not to speak of how long it was... until the beavers came.
	They had done the impossible and erected a hard wooden dam that spanned the width of the river, trapping its eastern flow and every time the river rose to match it, the beavers built it taller, even going so far as to block off any diversions the river could take with seemingly endless wood. This went on and on until finally, the small god known as Tuuni took notice and decided to visit the beaver people. 
	Their leader was something of an obvious individual, with a hat of reeds that were tall and painted with river stones. He stood on a wooden platform as the beavers turmoiled below, arms crossed over a vest woven of the same plants as his hat. He was known as Fohr-Mahn of the Dee-Pi-Dubyew peoples and he reined supreme. He chattered his teeth in triumph as he watched his people, he will be known forever as the man who conquered all the water. All of it.
	Cracking a grin, Fohr-Mahn squatted, hands folding over one another as he watched his plans be executed. All was going just as he expected, save for the small bearded thing staring at him. Wait what?
	"I am Tuuni, and I speak for the streams!" The tiny gnomish thing said from behind bushy brow, head and chin. Fohr slowly stood up and puffed out his chest. "I am Fohr-Mahn! Ruler of the waters!"
	"Oh!" Tuuni seemed to pause for a moment. "Well I offer an accord, ruler of the waters, should you continue to stop my streams, I will stop yours."
	Fohr-Man squiggled a brow, clearly confused. "Begone!"
	And he was begone.

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[center]The day after tomorrow (not a bad movie)[/center]

	Fohr-Mahn stood standing over his once toiling crew, his face a strained red. In fact, everyone who looked u pat him looking up with the same strained face. No one wanted to be the first to say it, no one wanted to even admit it, but there might be more than one stream not moving anymore. A quiet rushed across the scene, everyone waiting for Fohr-Mahn to solve the problem with a quick speech, because blowing on it didn't seem to help as much as the tribe doctor said it would. Fohr-Mahn finally opened his toothy mouth and everyone leaned forward.
	Quietly, infinitely so, Fohr-Mahn said, "I can't pee."
	"Oh no!?" Tuuni popped up behind the beaver man.
	Fohr-Mahn burst into tears and fell to his knees, his stomach full and bladder fuller. He slammed a fist into the wooden platform. "You win, little Tuuni, you win... but hear this... the Beaver People of Dee-Pi-Dubyew will never stop until we conquer a river. If not this one, then another!" 
	"Then, go catch this one!" Tuuni waved his staff and lo! A river broke off from the world river and cut into the desert beyond the riparian. And so, the Beaver men went to go do just that, only to find that the wandering river never quite stopped and always seemed to juke them whenever they finally set up to block off its head.

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	"Seems kinda hammed," The King of the Daffotales criticized. The scene was a sunny one by a babbling brook. The mighty king of the Daffotales only divisible from his kin by a tiny paper crown. He was surrounded by a swath of little flowers, one of which was dancing the dance equivalent of a frown.
	"It was my first time telling a story," She defended.
	

[hider=Summary]The Foreman of the Department of Public Works... er... Fohr-Mahn of the Dee-Pi-Dubyew tribe challenges the world river and after finally damming it up, he finds that Tuuni is none to happy and threatens to dam him up in return. Fohr laughs at this but a few days later, he gives in, after he and his entire people can no longer pee. They agree to leave the world river alone and in exchange, Tuuni makes them a river that they can never catch, something to bide their time with [/hider]

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Starting: 7

1 MP spent on the wandering river, a River that will flow randomly through the northern hemisphere and can appear anywhere, being chased by desperate beaver people who REALLY respect bathroom time.
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