Once upon a time, back when I was fighting so hard to save the beavers and make friends with all the right people and never piss off the wrong ones too much – back in those precarious tightrope days I would listen to this song over and over and dream about the day the fight was over, the beavers were safe, and the mayor and I could sit together and have a beer at Bertolas and laugh about old times.
I told myself that day would come soon and I just needed to fight a little bit longer.
But when they put in the sheet pile directly through the beaver lodge and I hired an attorney and a geomorphologist and took them to court and still couldn’t stop them from lying I realized something. valuable.
That day was never going to come. I was never going to lay down my sword or shied again.
I might have changed the weapon though.
This was the very best activity we ever did at Earthday and we called it “Building an army” of beavers.
