Oct 29 2011
Busy as a Beaver
I’ve been taking every chance I get to spend time out-of-doors. While enjoying a last paddle on a nearby pond, I found unmistakable evidence that a beaver had been at work: a neatly-trimmed, gleaming white billet, hewn from the trunk of a small aspen. The longer I looked at the toothmarks that covered its surface, however, the more questions I had. The marks seemed much too regular for random gnawing, and I was almost certain that there was more here than met the eye. In the end, I took my find to an expert who’d worked on decoding Linear B. Here’s what he discovered.…
Dear Tamia [the message began],
There’s no doubt about it, is there? Winter’s on its way. The days are shorter. The water’s colder. The leaves have fallen from the maples, aspens, and birches. Even the tamaracks have lost their needles. Soon you’ll be putting your canoe away.
Sorry. I forgot my manners. My name’s Morgan. I imagine you’ll be getting your snowshoes out of the closet any day now. Me? I’m keeping busy. In fact, I’m as busy as a beaver… Read more…
