There’s not much to say about a book with four words. The idea came to me at the zoo in Chicago. I was standing with my daughters in front of the beaver exhibit. The beavers were so large and round, moving through the water with such purpose. Grace, even. It struck me that these were wild creatures in the city: what if one of them were lost here and had to find its way back home? That summer I biked around the city and sketched the watery places this beaver would have to navigate: fountains, ponds, sewers. I don’t think I’m giving too much away to say that he eventually finds his way back home. This beaver is a pretty resolute guy.
