( A True Story from Crooked Creek)
Once upon a time there was a Beaver named “Chips.” Chips often cruised the cool currents of Crooked Creek seeking trees to cut down to build his dams and houses. It wasn’t anything personal; it was just what he was born to do. One day he spotted a promising tree that stood right beside the Dachshund’s Dock. Until discovered, Chips came forth several nights from the deep leavings shavings or “Chips” beneath the tree in his wake.
The situation was reported by a friend to the proprietor of the dock who was a self proclaimed Captain of sorts. Not knowing what to do the Captain didn’t go to Google or to Wikipedia. He immediately appealed to the masses. Many friends responded. They ranged from rifle toters to Beaver huggers but after the smoke cleared the Olcaptain decided to go with the suggestion of placing hardware cloth (wire mesh) around the base of the tree to discourage Mr. Chips.
The very next morning the Olcaptain waddled down to the dock to see if he had any pictures of the fruits of his labor. Much to his delight Chips had come by, sniffed around a bit, and slipped on back into Crooked Creek.
Now the Olcaptain knows that this game isn’t over because there are other trees along the bank. But for now all is well and the score on the Crooked Creek Scoreboard currently reads…..
Olcaptain: 1
Chips: 0
The End
