Benny The Beaver Finds A New Home
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Grandpa came marching up the lane to the house. His arms were swinging keeping perfect time with his feet. Nana and I were certain from his walk, he was not happy.
“Well my green eyed beauties that old beaver is at it again.” My Grandpa spouted sharply.
“Oh no,” I said.
“What has he done this time? My Nana asked.
“Well I’ll tell you he has dammed up the Southwest corner of my hay meadow. That’s what!” His voice thundered but his eyes twinkled from the challenge.
“Now dear you know you shouldn’t fight with the animals,” Nana said with a smile.
“But he started it.” And before we could say another word Grandpa was off to the tool shed.
“Brianna my sweet keep an eye on Grandpa while I finish cooking.”
He yelled for Cowboy our dog. “Dog, why is that beaver in my hay meadow?” Cowboy just stared sadly with his big brown eyes. He knew that the rancher was mad, because that was the only time he called him Dog and I could see it plainly all over his face.
“Now you go and run that varmint off my meadow.” Grandpa explained with big and loud arm movements and away Cowboy, and his sister Ruby ran.
“Why is the Rancher upset?” Ruby asked her brother.
“I am afraid he is mad at Benny,” was Cowboys answer back to her.
“Oh no," said Ruby “Benny is such a nice Beaver.”
“Nice or not he has to go.” Cowboy roared, and I was glued to the window.
Now Benny the beaver was no stranger to trouble. It seemed that folks were always running him off. He could see the two dogs running from the house on the hill straight-down to his little corner of the world. So immediately he started cutting down a big cedar tree hoping it would hide the entrance to his den.
I decided to watch out the picture window to see the big to-do that was about to unfold in my very own back yard; so I jolted over to the southwest corner of the house to see what would happen next.
Cowboy was a handsome cow dog. He was white with black patches and two red apple cheeks, while his sister Ruby was a white dog with brown ears and red freckles all over. The two dogs were running at full speed right to the very spot where the beaver lived and that silly beaver was chewing up and spitting out tree bark as fast as he could. I looked over to the left, and Grandpa was pitching out tools to drag back down to the hay meadow. A rake a hoe an axe, and the 600 GX chainsaw I’m tell’n you he means business.
Nana seemed too busy frying up supper to care about the hullabaloo outside, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the window. Grandpa had all his tools on the four-wheeler, and the dogs were rounding the corner of the barn. They were halfway there, and that silly old beaver stood up on his back feet and leaned against that old tree with all his might.
Wow, this was exciting. Cowboy and Ruby were close enough now to see Benny, and they began barking up a storm. I could hear Grandpa yelling at the dogs, “Look! Look!” and the dogs just keep barking louder and louder. At the very same time both dogs shimmied under the fence. The beaver planted his tale on the ground and gave a mighty push and down came the tree. Grandpa swung open the gate and jumped back on the four-wheeler. That old beaver slapped his tale on the ground four or five times as if he was chuckling at all of them, and then he leaped into the air with a summersault and landed in the water without even a splash.
I was so excited I couldn’t decide who to cheer for. Ruby sprang into the air and landed on the red cedar tree but not Cowboy he dove in after Benny. Benny wiggled and twisted in the water coming up in this underwater den. Snickering just a little thinking he was very cleaver. However, before he could take one-step Cowboy, sprang up out of the water, and the fight was on.
Ruby was digging her way into the den while Benny and Cowboy were wrestling from corner to corner. Grandpa joined in the ruckus wheeling his axe, so the water could flow into the gully. He could hear Cowboy snarling and the two brawlers thrashing about. Finally, there were enough limbs and branches pulled free that the dam gave way and as the water rushed by so did Cowboy and Benny. The flow of the water sent them straight into the gully.
Grandpa yelled in a happy voice. “What a good boy,” and with those very words Cowboy lost interest in fighting. He run up to Grandpa waging his tale as Grandpa patted his head. Benny looked around at the gully he landed in and wondered how it was he had missed such a good spot for a den. Nana yelled that supper was ready; I rang the dinner bell. Everyone was happy with the day’s outcome; I couldn’t wait to get to school to tell my big tale.
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