The word “beaver” torments me–mainly because I have no personal experience with the creature. But it has entered my life through story, myth and even double-entendre.
It is so unfair.
Truthfully, I can’t hear the word “beaver” without considering the sexual implication, which has been placed upon it by a generation of goofballs.
I do feel I would have great empathy with the beaver (if I actually knew one) because I, too, would occasionally like to “dam it all.”
Yes–rumor has it that beavers build dams.
I don’t know if these structures are required, and I’m not quite sure why the beaver wants to do so, and certainly totally unmotivated to find out–even for the purpose of adding some credence and intelligence to this essay.
I know there’s a football team in Oregon called the Beavers.
If memory serves, beavers have large, protruding front teeth (I assume for gnawing wood in the process of building their dams.)
And of course, I have memories of a television show called “Leave It To Beaver,” which had nothing at all to do with building anything and had no purposeful double entendres.
So if I happened to run across a forest agent who identified himself as a “beaver inspector,” I’m afraid it would be difficult for me to carry on a conversation…without giggling.
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