The
Busy Body Beaver: An American Fable
Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger
~ Hamlet
Deep in the forest, far from
human eyes
Lived four
creatures of diverse skill and size.
They made their
home where a rushing river bends,
And there they
lived the most unlikely of friends.
So long had they
lived with each other here
And generations before
them, lived year after year
That they had
forgotten the source of their bond,
The delicate
balance their lives depend on,
For the river
didn’t always bend like it does:
Once the deep water
was all that there was.
The land that they
live on was submerged beneath
Before the first
beaver came there with is teeth.
Slowly but surely,
piece by piece, board by board,
He damned up the
water, diverting it toward,
Another direction,
just out of the way,
And eventually made
a place for others to stay.
And others did
come, now that the land was dry,
A squirrel, and a
bird, and a bear all came by,
And made their
homes where the water was diverted,
They lived there together in a harmony concerted:
The squirrel
gathered nuts one by one with his hands
The bird built his
nest out of sticks from the land,
And the bear
ventured out in the shallows catching salm’n,
While the beaver
worked securing the hold of the dam.
In this delicate
balance the four animals thrived
Year after year,
the generations survived,
And in the rainy
season when the water gets high
Behind the strong
dam they were all safe and dry.
Each to his work,
his own job to do
Not quite like
clockwork, no, more like glue
Holding them
together, each freely giving
In the delicate
balance of purposeful living.
But one day, the
beaver, filled with boredom I guess
Looked over at the
squirrel working hard without rest,
And he thought, how
foolish to labor so hard so long
To grab one by one
with two hands is just wrong,
So he took it upon
himself to show his friend
A new way to put
his labor to an end.
He said, “Why don’t
you just load a bunch on your tail?
You could carry
more at once, then rest and inhale,
Letting you keep on
this way would be a crime,
For you could fill
your needs in just half the time.
Here, I’ll show
you, do it like this.”
And he piled
fifteen acorns at once on his,
But when the
squirrel tried with his bushy tail,
The acorns wouldn’t
stay, so he did fail.
But the busy beaver
would not let it go, and so
He did the job for
him, laying more acorns in a row
Than the squirrel
could ever do on his own.
Progress was made
and the job was done.
The squirrel could
now rest in comfort and peace
Not worried that
his food supply would ever decrease,
And having done
that the busy beaver felt good,
Then he saw the
bird, working, as he idly stood,
Flying about going
this way and that,
Looking for
branches, twigs, and sticks, whereat
He could sweep down
and gather each one to make
Into his nest for
his future children’s sake.
And the beaver
seeing this, thought it absurd
And he felt sorry
for this little bird,
Scrounging around
for just sticks from on the ground,
Depending so much
on just what could be found,
He thought it would
be better to teach his good friend
How to make twigs,
himself, so then,
He called up to the
bird from beneath,
And showed him how
he could cut wood with his teeth,
But when the bird
tried to bite through the wood,
And whether or not
he would or he should,
He found there was
just no way that he could.
He hurt his mouth.
He broke his beak,
And before the bird
could even speak,
Feeling so bad, the
beaver just did it himself,
And the bird just
sat by at rest on the shelf.
He didn’t care, it
was done, there was no guilt
And before they
knew it the nest was all built,
So the bird like
the squirrel sat happily by
Free to rest, in
the shade, underneath the clear sky.
And having finished
the beaver felt good again,
Knowing he had
helped out his poor friend
And feeling such
pride, he then saw the bear
Up to his waist in
the water over there,
And thought to himself
though my friend is large
Think of all the
energy he has to discharge,
Trying to catch
slippery fish in his paws,
Relying on simply
the strength of his jaws.
“If I could show
him how to do it
He wouldn’t have to
keep going through it
Again and again,
day after day,
He could rest,
instead, get a chance to play.
No one should have
to toil and struggle long,
When good folks
like me can right the wrong.”
So he grabbed the
bear aside and told him,
“Build a trap in
the water instead to hold them.
And with the fish
there with no place to run,
You can reach down,
and grab each one,
No need to wait for
a fish to get near,
Any time you want
one, it will be right here.”
But the bear had no
mind for building with wood
And though he
thought that the plan was good
He just didn’t
believe him that he could.
“I like my way, and
I do just fine,
But I appreciate your being so kind.
I’ll just do it my
way, never you mind.”
The busy beaver
said, “No I insist.
I can’t let
you so stubbornly persist.
I’ll just do it for you,
it’s easy you see.
Just stand aside,
hey I’ll do it for free.”
And he spent the
rest of that day, building the trap
While the bear sat
bouncing his cubs on his lap.
And the view of the
family made the beaver feel smart,
He felt so generous
to give such a gift from the heart.
The beaver liked
helping, enjoyed to be working,
And the others
didn't feel like they were shirking
"He's just
doing it better than you or me,
And more than that,
who can beat it, it's free!"
Nothing seemed
wrong, no one could suppose
And the rainy
season came, and the water rose.
The dam stayed
firm, the acorns were all kept,
The eggs were
warmed, and the bear was full and slept.
No danger did they
see, not even a sign
All seemed as if it
were perfectly fine.
But when the time
for work did come
The other animals
refused to do their sum.
"Could you do
what you did last year again?"
When the beaver
hesitated, the animals complained,
"You do it
better than we ever could
And you are so kind, so loving, so good"
Just like this, the desperate animals pleaded,
Just like this, the desperate animals pleaded,
The beaver felt
flattered, felt good, felt needed,
And so he did help
them again year after year,
He was loved, and
honored, respected and cheered.
As long as he did
their jobs for them
They acted as if
they all adored him,
But their gratitude
quickly began to fade,
They expected and
needed the things he made,
And though they
never at first asked about it,
Having been given
it, they couldn't live without it.
Now they had
forgotten how to do their jobs
Their idleness had
made them useless slobs.
And since the dam
had been long neglected
The years going by
without it being inspected
The water began to
drip slowly through it
The dam started
breaking though none of them knew it.
And if something
isn't done really soon,
Though they think
their lives are safe and immune
They won't survive
to see the next June.
And in the face of
this impending disaster
The busy beaver
worked all the more faster,
But not where he
should have fixing the leaks
Instead he worked
to improve his techniques
Building the
systems to help his friends all the more
His own job he did completely ignore
He had done what
they wanted, was popular, succeeded,
But did not give
them what they really needed.
And the leak it
grew, to a trickle and then,
It burst open
completely and flooded the glen.
All was lost, the
four friends and their families all drowned
Not one patch of
dry ground was left to be found.
And a lesson is
here for us all to learn
That to progress is
something for which we all yearn,
Innovation ignoring
the truth from the past,
Can never, no
never, be destined to last,
To labor is life,
and nothing is free,
A hard day's work
is full of dignity,
And when helping
turns into doing things for,
The danger is there
for it growing to more,
Sitting idly by is
a comfort to all,
But is a tower that
always will fall.
~ Rev. Peter T.
Atkinson
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