busky beaver used to be
the world’s most famous beaver,
& world’s third favorite rodent,
second only to mickey and rocky,
that dear friend of bullwinkle.
busky beaver used to attract
hundreds of thousands of annual
tourists & visitors to the river.
- the dams it built ~
- the stick stacking ~
throughout canada,
renowned
& amounted to some of the biggest,
most ferocious,
meticulous ordered N precision-stacked
on the banks, all around
- but in the 90s,
- in the 2000s,
slowly,
annual visitors were dwindling
“wtf?”
said busky.
for the beaver
was at the top of it’s game,
& no ordinary thing could explain
what was happening.
the consensus,
however,
was overall positive.
“more forest for me”
was the essence of forest-animal conversation,
but busky beaver wasn’t happy.
“what about BC’s nature-derived GDP?”
fact is
busky was a top earner for the industry.
had woodpecker pecked plaques & everything
& didn’t like no-one
- neither beaver nor techie -
biting into his bottom line ..
by & by,
birds in the trees,
tweeted talks of some internet thing.
absorbing attn.
keeping tourists,
netflixed comfy on homefront.
“well busky being busky
wasn’t just going to let things slide ..”
“you can’t stop the internet!”
said honey bader
“It’s everywhere!”
“Why don’t you help me?”
but honey badger don’t care.
well neither did busky.
and so it goes,
busky just went ahead,
adventured out there.
- days passed,
- months followed,
- busky trekkin,
combing through the forest
for internet,
asking questions, turning up nothing
“wheretf is it?”
long story cut short,
encounters happened,.
trying times & tribulation ..
tests vanquished, all passed,
but all the same.
nonetheless,
no trace of internet.
and so it goes,
busky went all across canada,
through alaska,
reached china,
crossed russia,
ended up back in canada.
“wtf?!”
it’d been years hence
but suddenly,
busky was back at his home dam.
& some m th r f ck r z
had laid fiber optics across it?
“fk that.”
busky had beaver mouth,
could back his own talk
when it came to chewing.
& so,
busky cut through the fiber optics,
in minutes.
next thing, WWW in BC, went bust.
and eventually birdys got word,
talk traveled.
happenstance cut fast,
woodpecker pecked plaque
but the lumberjacks are coming
tbc .. (potentially)
//* when you seek a teacher, one will show up next door; (something like that)
busky beaver used to attract hundreds of thousands of annual tourists & visitors to the river.
- the dams it built ~ - the stick stacking ~ throughout canada, renowned & amounted to some of the biggest, most ferocious, meticulous ordered N precision-stacked on the banks, all around
- but in the 90s, - in the 2000s, slowly, annual visitors were dwindling
“wtf?”
said busky.
for the beaver was at the top of it’s game, & no ordinary thing could explain what was happening.
the consensus, however, was overall positive.
“more forest for me”
was the essence of forest-animal conversation,
but busky beaver wasn’t happy.
“what about BC’s nature-derived GDP?”
fact is busky was a top earner for the industry. had woodpecker pecked plaques & everything & didn’t like no-one - neither beaver nor techie - biting into his bottom line ..
by & by, birds in the trees, tweeted talks of some internet thing.
absorbing attn. keeping tourists, netflixed comfy on homefront.
“well busky being busky wasn’t just going to let things slide ..”
“this requires adventure of a different kind.”
& so it t’was, busky said:
“i’m going to find the internet & stop it.”
forest heard that. talk pinged. honey badgers scoffed loudly
“you can’t stop the internet!” said honey bader “It’s everywhere!”
“Why don’t you help me?”
but honey badger don’t care.
well neither did busky.
and so it goes, busky just went ahead, adventured out there.
- days passed, - months followed, - busky trekkin,
combing through the forest for internet, asking questions, turning up nothing
“wheretf is it?”
long story cut short,
encounters happened,. trying times & tribulation .. tests vanquished, all passed, but all the same.
nonetheless, no trace of internet. and so it goes, busky went all across canada, through alaska, reached china, crossed russia, ended up back in canada.
“wtf?!”
it’d been years hence but suddenly, busky was back at his home dam.
& some m th r f ck r z had laid fiber optics across it?
“fk that.”
busky had beaver mouth, could back his own talk when it came to chewing. & so, busky cut through the fiber optics, in minutes. next thing, WWW in BC, went bust.
and eventually birdys got word, talk traveled.
happenstance cut fast,
woodpecker pecked plaque but the lumberjacks are coming
tbc .. (potentially)
//* when you seek a teacher, one will show up next door; (something like that)
also – not edited / just quick “flash” written.
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