Beaver Sisters Stop The Flood

Beverley or Eva?

Beverley and Eva – The Beaver Sisters                                                                                                      

Otter was getting very concerned.

It had been raining for days and days, and nights and nights.

Usually, Otter loved the rain.

He liked dipping in the ponds and zipping in the streams.

He loved swimming in the rivers and lolling in the lakes,

even surfing on the sea and hanging out with seals.

But this time, Otter thought the clouds had been crying for much too long.

“It’s as if the clouds can see what’s wrong with the world but they don’t know how to make it better,” he sighed.

Badger, too, didn’t usually mind the rain.

It made the earthworms juicier. But Mole had mentioned that the ground was becoming much too damp, and the worms were complaining that if it was going to be this wet from now on, they might have to get plastic macs.

Badger took his family to see Otter who was lying down in the entrance of his holt. Badger shook his head and his umbrella, stomped his feet and complained,

“I don’t like it, I don’t like it one little bit,” he muttered, as he took off his wellington boots and poured out litres of water.

“I’m soaked and I’m soggy.” he said gloomily.

 He pulled off his socks and wrang them out.

Otter’s children were laughing and frolicking in the deep puddles outside, but Badger’s kids were sniffling and wheezing, coughing and sneezing.

“What am I going to do?” cried Badger. “We can’t go back home. Our sett is filling up with water. The furniture’s floating and the television has exploded. We’ll have come to live with you.”

“Oh, but you can’t,” said Otter. “My home’s too small for all of your family. And anyway, I live all over the place. Sometimes I sleep in the riverbank. Sometimes in a den in the woods. Sometimes in the hollow of a tree.”

“Well, that’s just not good enough,” said Badger.

“Why not?” asked Otter

“Because I want all of my friends to come and stay too.”

And one after the other, more creatures appeared.

There was Shrew, Mole, Vole, Prickleball, Rabbit, and Fox.

“Goodness me!” exclaimed Otter. “What a lot of friends you have. Wait, I do know somewhere. There’s a cave above the river just around the bend. Let’s go there.”

All of the creatures, splished and sploshed as they waded towards the cave.

At last, thought they, they’d be somewhere sheltered, and they could get a fire going and dry their sodden fur.

One hour later, they’re all cosy in the dry warm cave, listening to the rain lashing outside, staring into the flames, drinking hot chocolate, and playing shadow puppets with their paws.

But suddenly Shrew squeaked, “Look there’s a trickle of water coming into the cave!”.

“Don’t worry”, said Otter, “Fox can mop it up with his tail.”

“I’d rather not”, said Fox, “I’ve only just got myself dry.”

But nobody ever listened to Fox.

“No!”, Shrew shrilly insisted, “You all don’t understand: the trickle will turn into a stream, the stream will become a river, the river will become a lake, the lake will become a sea, the sea will become an ocean, and we’ll all drown!”

“We could always make a boat,” suggested Fox. But no-one listened to him.

“Oh dear, we’re not safe anywhere,” said Badger. “Soon we’ll all drown.”

“Who can save us?” they all cried.

“Not me,” said Otter. “I’m good at catching fish, but not much else.”

“Not me,” said Mole. “I’m only good at worm wrestling.”

“Not me,” said Vole. “I’m just good at looking cute and twitching my whiskers.”

“Not me,” said Prickleball. “I’m only good at rolling up in a ball and being juggled by clowns at the circus.”

“Not me,” said Rabbit. “I’m only good at eating carrots and having large families.”

 Fox didn’t say anything, and I bet that doesn’t surprise you by now.

“Not me, says Water Shrew, “but I know someone who can.”

“Who’s that?” said Otter.

“There used to be other animals who lived amongst us, but one day some creatures upset them, and they all went off in a strop, and never came back.”

“Who were they?”, Otter wondered.

“They were Beavers. They’re eco- engineers. They’ll know what to do.”

“But where are they now?” wondered Otter.

“They live on the great lake at the foot of the mountain”, squeaked Shrew. “Hurry, before it’s too late.”

Otter shot off like a torpedo through the rising waters until he came to the lake at the foot of the mountain.

He saw a conical lodge built of sticks, stones, and mud in the centre of the lake, and as he swam towards it, he saw Beverley and Eva, the Beaver sisters, resting on the decking, rolling up lily pads into the shape of a cigars, on which they began to nibble.

“Help, help! You’ve got to come quick. Shrew says you’ll know what to do to save our friends. Their homes are flooded or washed away. They’re all sodden and soggy.”

“Are these the same creatures who laughed at us and our family because of our goofy orange teeth and squashed flat tail?”

“I’m sure they didn’t mean it.”

“Oh, all right. We’ll forgive them. After all, we like to keep busy, and so do the rest of the team.”

The Beaver sisters slapped their tails on the surface of the water and called out,

Beaver tail

“Come on, you bunch of eager Beavers.”

Immediately, dozens of Beavers popped their heads above water and reported for duty.

Upon hearing of the emergency, with a sense of urgency, they all ducked down below the waters and swam towards the cave.

Once outside, the Beavers donned yellow hard hats and hi-vis jackets. They did a quick recce of the area, then demarcated the danger zone with black and yellow tape. Then they surveyed the site, inspected the surrounding vegetation, height and width of trees etc., checked gradients and wind direction, and finally signed off on the health and safety assessment.

Then, they set to work. While some got their teeth into the lower parts of the trees, others sang to keep them company.

Orange chisel teeth

We’re a team of eager beavers.

Doing what we can

Felling trees with chisel teeth

To build a great tall dam.

A wall of wood with mud and stones

To prevent the flood

It’s our second nature

Building’s in our blood.

Timber! Timber!

The trees come crashing down

Timber! Timber!

Soon, you’ll be safe and sound.

We’re eco-system engineers

We’re brilliant for the planet

We can change the habitat

If you just let us plan it

We build dams and dig canals

We slow down the water

You should let us on your land

We can come and sort ya!

Timber! Timber!

The trees come crashing down

Timber! Timber!

Soon, you’ll all be safe and sound.

And very soon, a magnificent dam surrounded the cave, and the creatures were safe and sound in their sanctuary.

Eventually the wind blew the clouds away and a new day dawned.

When the waters receded, the Beavers made a hole in the dam and the creatures rushed out of the cave to thank their rescuers.

Otter proudly presented a whopping, fresh salmon to the Beavers, saying, “Tuck in. There’s plenty more where this came from!”, as a reward for all their hard work.

Upon seeing the great fish, Beverley and Eva put a paw to their mouths and retched.

“Yuk! Whoever told you we eat fish! We don’t each meat either. We’re herbivores. But we wouldn’t mind popping back into your cave for some hot chocolate and toasted marshmallows, please!”

Then, after having a good old sing song around the campfire, Fox asked.

“Would you like to stay longer? We’ve got a river and a little lake. You could build a lodge there. What do you think?”

And Shrew, Mole, Vole, Prickleball, and Rabbit, Otter and Badger all looked at Fox and said,

“What a good idea.”

And Beverley and Eva and all the other Beavers agreed.

© Clive PiG  Word Count 1340                                                    Version  29/11/2021

Super Hero Beaver & more tales about tails.

The Superhero Beaver and other Beaver Tails
Tues 26th October
10.30 – 12 noon
£3.50 per child (1 accompanying adult per child)

Heard the story about the beaver who saved the world? Do you know how the beaver got a flat tail? What about the strange case of the man who married a beaver? Hmm.

Join globetrotting storyteller and children’s author Clive PiG to find out in these and other stories from around the world as we celebrate the first ever reintroduction of an extinct native mammal to England: you guessed it- the beaver.

Listen to Clive’s animated and whimsical tales about great floods, forbidden love and, yes, beavers! Be inspired by RAMM’s new resident beaver to produce your own piece of creative writing.

A full mount and skeleton of a beaver from the River Otter will be on display, along with other beaver related objects. These individuals died naturally and have been prepared by ethical taxidermist Jazmine Miles-Long and skeletal preparator Jon Knott.

This event is part of the Exetreme Imagination Festival

Two Tigers And A Tabby Cat

Sumatran tigers at Paignton Zoo. (Can you spot the second tiger?)

Two tigers saw a tabby cat

Walking by their cage

They dashed over to gobble it

But then became enraged

The tabby, though, just stood there

It didn’t run away

The look it gave the angry pair

Seemed to me to say,

Yes, I know it’s not a tabby.
For your records, I am in receipt of a poetic licence, and also have an enhanced DBS certificate,
and Public Liability Insurance for up to 10 million squid.

“I was wild once, just like you

But now I’m mild and tame

I come and go from this old zoo

And you can’t —that’s a shame.

But I’d swap places if I could

Because I’d rather see

You escape into the woods

Wild and running free

For I’m a prisoner as a pet

I’m in captivity

My ancestors would so regret

What’s become of me.

I’d prefer your prison chains

Than my sofa, that’s for sure

I so wish I could be untamed

I’d roar like you for evermore.”

The tigers now were so het up

They could not reach their prey

A keeper came and picked it up

And carried it away.

Two tigers and a tabby cat

Are all somewhere they hate

They live in a strange habitat

They share the same sad fate.

© Clive PiG    03/10/2021

First Foray Into Australia

First foray Down Under thanks to Paul Jones at The King’s School, Sydney, Australia

Storytelling is an art form. Stories have been told in every land and culture, throughout the ages. This week, Year 3 launched an inquiry into storytelling, and they were thrilled to meet Mister Storyfella himself, for an English lesson to remember! Speaking to the boys from Devon in England, Clive shared stories, myths, legends and song for almost an hour.

Identifying as a globetrotting storyteller, poet and potato juggler, Clive PiG – Mister Storyfella skilfully shared his talents with the boys. He emphasised the importance of storytelling, not story reading. Listening intently and laughing on cue, the Year 3 boys were introduced to Colin the chocoholic, an old Scottish lady with a LOT of courage (and a broom!), as well as a Colombian pizza chef called Luigi!

Clive is a gifted storyteller whose facial expressions, voices, gestures and props kept every boy entertained. What a great way to remember that stories can be brought to life through expression and action. The boys will continue to explore the art of storytelling and a variety of dramatic techniques through our ‘How we express ourselves’ Unit of Inquiry.

Looking for a storyteller? Look no further!

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Tales about the little people


Want to know the difference between a pixie and a spriggan, or a knocker from a sprite? Bring your fairies and pixies to Soapbox Theatre and storyteller Clive PiG will tell you all about them.

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Easter Saturday in Aylesbury

The Aylesbury duck has lost its pluck

Unplucky Duck

What is it ails the Aylesbury duck?

It’s pale, it’s frail,

It’s down on its luck.

Its feathers are ruffled,

It’s tired and it’s troubled.

It waddles, then wobbles

Then tumbles and topples.

Something’s quailed the Aylesbury duck.

It’s gone off track,

It’s on its back.

Alas, alack,

It lacks its quack.

What could it be?

Oh look, I see –

Fox got its tail.

It’s lost its pluck.

That’s what ails the Aylesbury duck.

© Clive PiG      03/04/2021