About five years ago I was walking on the beach at Bald Head Island with then six-year-old Sully Davis. Sully saw something that caught his attention and he ran ahead to check it out. It was a mangled mess of seaweed, driftwood, trash, and some unidentifiable organic matter that had washed up onto the shore. Sully said, “Hey, what’s that?” Always interested in the depths of gullibility of the six-year-old mind, I said, “That, my friend, is a Sea Beaver.” Sully said, “Sea Beaver! What’s that?” I said, “Sea Beavers are very rare creatures that are only found deep near the ocean floor. This one must have gotten into shallow water and lost a fight with a shark or something. You are really lucky to find a Sea Beaver, even a dead one, because Sea Beavers avoid people and are seldom seen by anybody.” Sully picked up the dead Sea Beaver with a stick and took the carcass back to an area of the beach near our rental house. The following day we were wal...