Beaver's New Home

Bill the Beaver wanted a new home.

"If I build a new home, maybe a girl beaver will like it and marry me!"

So Beaver set to work. Every day he would gnaw sticks off the trees and carry them to the creek. Day after day the pile of sticks became larger and larger. Soon he had finished a dam and the creek began to back up into the valley. By spring there was a new beaver pond!

"Now I'll build a home and maybe a girl beaver will like it and marry me!"

So he began to gnaw down limbs, drag them across the water, and put them down in the mud. Day after day he cut down limbs, drug them across the water and placed them down in the mud.

Soon a lady beaver named Melissa noticed that the beaver was very hard at work so she stopped by the beautiful pond to watch. She saw Beaver cut down limbs, drag them across the water and put them in a pile.

"What are you doing, Beaver?" she asked.

"I'm building a wonderful home!" said Beaver.

"It is very nice, but it would be nicer if it was wider!" smiled Melissa.

Beaver became all excited and started gnawing down limbs even faster, dragging them across the water and piling them in a pile. All day and all night he did this until the base of the new home was very, very wide.

"How do you like that?" asked Beaver.

"Oh, Beaver, it is very very nice, but if we were to talk about getting married it would be even nicer if it was much taller!" said Melissa.

Beaver got even more excited. Faster and faster he cut down limbs, drug them across the water and piled them up high. Higher and higher, faster and faster, all day and night he cut limbs, drug them across the water and piled them up. After several days he had built a very big Beaver home.

"Well, what do you think of it now?" asked Beaver.

"Wow, Beaver, that is a really nice house. But if we were to get married I'm sure we'd want to have pups and they would need a room of their own!" said Melissa.

So Beaver, though very tired, went back to work cutting down limbs, dragging them across the pond and piling them up. Soon the area around the pond was barren of limbs. Tired and not wanting to work any harder, he began to borrow sticks from the dam. All day and night he would take sticks from the dam, drag them across the pond and pile them up high.

While taking one last stick from the dam he noticed the water was starting to trickle through the weakended dam. All of a sudden the dam burst and the pond and the beaver went floating down the swollen creek.

Beaver finally dragged the last stick back and put it on the new house.

"There!" he said. "How do you like your new home?"

"I'm sorry Beaver, but that can't be my home. There is no pond!" The little girl beaver turned with her nose in the air and walked away.

Tired Mr. Beaver sat down in the mud that once was his beautiful pond and began to sob. In a little while he heard something moving in the bushes. It was another girl beaver. She came up beside him and sat down in the mud next to Beaver.

"What happened to your dam?" she asked.

"I made a mistake and took too many sticks from the dam to build a house for another girl beaver. I guess I wasn't thinking." Bill the Beaver gave a great sigh.

"Did she offer to help you build it?"

"No...she didn't" said Beaver.

"If you weren't going to work together to build a home, then how would you expect to be able to enjoy it together?" asked the girl beaver.

She reached down in the mud and grabbed a stick and carried it over to the creek. The girl beaver strolled down the valley out of sight and came back with two more sticks that she put over the running water.

"It will go faster with two of us!" she said as she gave him a wink.

Bill the Beaver worked harder than ever....

Greetings! It's Time For Bed!

Hi! I'm Scott Perry and my daughter Taylor just turned four years old. So now, instead of reading stories to her at night, I'll just make up my own story for her. I've started this blog so that you can share the stories with your little one!

Have fun!