A beaver skull from a friend started me working on an idea based on fraud, chicanery, and false idols. I created a myth linking the moon and its phases to the industrious beaver, promising the return of the moon for money. A ping-pong ball became the moon; rusted, enameled metal and a hole-punched piece of sheet metal became the cloud and starry sky. Hand-made paper, soaked and formed into concentric circles became the moonlit pond. Sea glass and pottery shards became the moonlight shattered by the beaver’s tail. I added the weave of birch bark strips and a birch branch as the beaver’s food source. When a friend dropped a quarter in the box at the bottom, I said, “Now you have a piece of the moon, but a dollar would promise you the whole thing.”