Yesterday a child walked into my office with a button that caught both my eyes. It was a beaver holding a stop sign under a veil of cherry blossoms. It was circled with the letters Cherry Blossom Festival Washington DC 2012.The beaver was adorable and the blossoms were pretty nice too. Because I am a modestly responsible adult I did not tackle the child and rob her of her button. But there is no denying I had the impulse.
You see a while back I read about beavers eating the famous cherry trees at the monument and creating a stir as people decided how to protect the trees and deal with the beavers. The idea that the flurry of publicity caused by these criminal rodents lead to their eventual adoption as a mascot for the festival pleases me very, very much.
Your mission, should you chose to accept it, is to find me that button! The internet is a very big place, and somewhere in the world it’s image is captured and displayed. I can’t spend the time with [the] google today that I wish I could, but maybe you have a spare lunch hour or moment to check for paddles under the cherry blossoms. I’d like to know what happened to those beavers too, as it seems unlikely they were killed since dead bodies rarely make a good mascot.
