Number 3 The Felling

It all started when we realized that we were smelling similar to a hobo from the Big Apple. It was definitely time to take a shower. Not before telling our principal our plans to clean up, we set out to locate the bathroom where we would cleanse ourselves from the stench that enwrapped us. Being the easily distracted children that we are, we found great amusement in walking on the logs along the foot path. One log particularly called after us and we immediately answered its beckoning and ran along the bark that clothed it. At the end of this log we saw something that aroused the beavers within us. Tall, rotten, and asking to be felled she stood in the clearing. Coming closer to its soft fibers we began tearing it apart with our bear hands. After several minutes of this it was evident that the tree was becoming too dense for us to continue to rip up, but this would not be the end.
The next day we returned wielding a hammer. Yes, she was goin’ down. Hack, hack, hack. Hay-hay tore into the innards of this old gal then I took a short turn, then Hay-hay again. After approximately 15 minutes of this we heard something, creeeeeeeeek, creeeeeeeek. “Timber!” we yelled in unison as we jumped out of the way. She was down, and we had conquered. Standing on the remnants of the tree we saw Andrew and John coming back from the showers. Soon, after our calling them, they came and saw the terrific feat that we had accomplished. But there was more. Excited by our story of the great fall, they were inspired to attack the stump. Unfortunately for them, time did not allow the conquest of the stump for there was many more adventures that we could not delay.

It all started when we realized that we were smelling similar to a hobo from the Big Apple. It was definitely time to take a shower. Not before telling our principal our plans to clean up, we set out to locate the bathroom where we would cleanse ourselves from the stench that enwrapped us. Being the easily distracted children that we are, we found great amusement in walking on the logs along the foot path. One log particularly called after us and we immediately answered its beckoning and ran along the bark that clothed it. At the end of this log we saw something that aroused the beavers within us. Tall, rotten, and asking to be felled she stood in the clearing. Coming closer to its soft fibers we began tearing it apart with our bear hands. After several minutes of this it was evident that the tree was becoming too dense for us to continue to rip up, but this would not be the end. The next day we returned wielding a hammer. Yes, she was goin’ down. Hack, hack, hack. Hay-hay tore into the innards of this old gal then I took a short turn, then Hay-hay again. After approximately 15 minutes of this we heard something, creeeeeeeeek, creeeeeeeek. “Timber!” we yelled in unison as we jumped out of the way. She was down, and we had conquered. Standing on the remnants of the tree we saw Andrew and John coming back from the showers. Soon, after our calling them, they came and saw the terrific feat that we had accomplished. But there was more. Excited by our story of the great fall, they were inspired to attack the stump. Unfortunately for them, time did not allow the conquest of the stump for there was many more adventures that we could not delay.