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The Story No One Ever Heard


This is a tale of a Castor Canadensis who, as most beavers, was built for life in the water North America's largest rodent by the name of Mr. Memphis was skilled in swimming and an amazing doctor. Although his webbed hind feet were not at all dandy to propel underwater they were quite handy An additional appendage which to Mr. Memphis did please was his large, flat and nearly hairless tail his balance it maintained when gnawing on trees never a moment to him it did fail Now Otter and Memphis were really good friends together they spent all their weekends His dams and habitats identified as lodges they built when necessary hand in hand all the way articulating clauses until them both were suntanned Memphis had always told his friend Otter "Don't try to do what's not natural to you" silly Otter, however, wouldn't even bother he would just declare the famous "pooh, pooh!" Then came a day when there was no worse a bad luck Otter, conquered by his emotions and trying to be smart did an experiment so a fire had struck "Memphis, oh Memphis!" Otter did cry "My timber house has collapsed so much that I'm helpless, trapped and scared that I'll fry to dash and escape before the fire consumes all my silk fat!" Scurrying under the thunder and darting trhough the ashes and flames came Memphis the Beaver to the rescue before you can say "Henry James!" He used his large tail that was bushy to uncover his poor and frightened friends from under the ashes and all that was rubbishy and prayed for sunshine God would send With his mighty strong claws on his short front legs he pushed away logs and realized how helpful were breakfast's ham and eggs Thunder roared louder, his vision was blurred when all of a sudden, lightning struck and downhill came a huge boulder Memphis tried to get away but because of the rain he blundered "Oh no!" cried he, escape for Otter was impossible for he was much older To free Otter, captured for thinking he was safe in his house of timber, was one of his choices or escape to his home and ignore his heart's voices Good ol' Memphis knew he was not that strong as to stop the massive stone from crashing his poor buddy to be as Hong Kong he would not pretend for he would allow his death to arrive quickly From the crush of stupefied Otter Memphis did rescue unfortunately to his shaggy tail he had to bid an "adieu" His tail the weighty rock did flatten as he jumped in front and shoved Otter out of the way perhaps, he thought, it would expand by the cure of a chaplain or maybe by a special concoction or spray Although his tail was now flat it could now signal danger or warn predators by going this way and that As Memphis lay on the muddy and ashy ground Otter limped to his good ol' hero apologized for his uncustomary desires he did drown and asked that Memphis' forgiveness on him he would bestow "Otter, Otter, when will you eve learn? Just be yourself and you will be happy even though in life it is impossible to make a u-turn listen well, for I'll say this quite bluntly: No matter the reason, whether it be false or true don't try to do what's not natural to you"
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