On the side of the highway:
a body of thick fur and flat leathery tail.
Why did the beaver cross the road?
I guess we’ll never know.
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Shawn L. Bird 
to chew a tree out which was in his view
The strange thing was, that while there were trees aplenty on either side of the road, I’m not sure where water was, that he could have been planning to dam. It was quite away (and up a hill) from the only creek I know in the area.
(borrowed) I dream of a world where chickens/beavers can cross the road without having their motives questioned.
lol
Sad for the beaver..
Beaver has the most wonderful fur, I was pondering who was going to skin it!
too funny… my family is from Quebec originally… this would have made my Aunt Bernadette just look at me like, yeah… lol
😉
Unfinished Canadian Joke continued…
Waiting across the pond was a female beaver-
A beaver damsel all distressed.
She was short, dark, and matted
And gnawed what she wanted!
ROTF,L!
Well done, Clarence!
That’s so Canadian! LOL!
I agree.
Are you sure that’s not an Oregon joke?
I only recently learned of this Oregon Beavers thing. Since Canada exists because of the beaver and the Hudson Bay Company, we have dibs, though.
Sad yet funny. 🙂
Mostly sad. 😥
it is sad. I hate to see any animal killed by a car/truck…
No sign on the way home, so someone has appropriated the pelt, at least.
Because with Beavers it’s one dam thing after another.
You should lodge a complaint.
I tried, but my tail fell flat.
Keep gnawing at it, and I’m sure it’ll work out.
Is that incisor information?
Dam right! Stick to it!
Would that I could, but I can’t afford to be chewsy. :o(
Yes, you have to beavery careful…
I’ll bite–why?
It wood be quite a tail to explain.
That’s fine, as long as it’s not pulp fiction and I can sink my teeth into it.
Oh no, it’s tree-mendous.
Ah, sweet Miss Tree of Life. No wonder you’re so poplar. And why aren’t I? Elmentary, my dear Watson…
Well now we’re branching out, aren’t we?
I beleaf so.
I willow you for this!
Weep not, O poet. I know payback’s a beech.
Maybe he crossed the road because he didn’t give a dam. Oops.
😉
ha!
I’m not from Canada but this did make me giggle! Nice one 😉 x
Thanks!