May/June 2023

Where have you seen the fox? In the bushes, hiding. I saw a fox As red as blood Carrying a Limp rabbit. Its teeth were sharp And bared, Its ears were alert, And its whiskers twitched. Its fur felt like scarlet snow And its tail swung intently. When I was walking by, The fox stared at me With its beady midnight eyes, And scurried away, Leaving me Gazing in its wake.

I am a beaver. Wood is wood. I need to find it for the dam. Did you know I used to be taller than LeBron James? My prehistoric great (x4) grandfather was 7 ft., 6 in. Even though my friends only live for 24 years, I’ve been here for 30. Every beaver knows that the best wood is birch. Axes are useless. Teeth are much better. I don’t understand humans. They build tall houses. Why do they put hygienic mint soap on their teeth? Why would you use valuable resources to build just a house? Sometimes they put water on their heads along with eye-wrenching substances. They think that they are “using the land for industrial purposes,” But it is for building structures that will get destroyed the next time there is a flood. Don’t get me started on European beavers. They think they are elegant and unique. They are slightly larger With heads like squares. I am sorry— I forgot to say my name. My name is Bucky. Humans think we “destroy the land.” But, they do so too. Thank you for your understanding. FoLoSшo (Goodbye in Beavarian).