M lived in a log cabin. “Crash!” A tree fell through the roof. The winter was hard.
He had a small toy of a horse, made of wood, which he used to calm himself. He put it down for a second and a beaver stole it away.
As his father did repairs, he heard the gnawing echoes.
He moved to the city. One day, as it rained, he spied a girl in a yellow raincoat. Thinking of what to say, he approached her. But as the gouts of rain fell between them, a beaver dashed out of the rain. “Ach!” she screamed and ran away.
He entered the salt business which is how he made his fortune and opened an arboretum.
The mission of an arboretum is to conserve trees; as such beavers are unwelcome visitors. They are caught & released far afield.