Oh, they knew how the humans worked. They built these strange domiciles called houses. Yes, beavers understand the human language. The houses were huge. Enough to shelter ten times the number that actually resided in them. But, alas, usually three to four where found within.

These humans, however, did not know about the beavers. Not at first. Once the humans set up their houses, the beavers would travel at night to carry in a little bit of material at a time. Slow enough so that the humans would not notice.

The beavers were trying to get the humans to abandon their houses. The beavers wanted them. So, over time, the beavers concentrated on stopping the flow of water to the human houses. Sure, every now and again the humans would come out and destroy what the beavers had created. But, the beavers would just start again. Wear the humans down they would!

This little dance started to take place at the house of some humans called Booth. These humans had moved into the previous house that the beavers had managed to rid of it’s previous owners. The beavers were furious and later burned it down.

These Booth’s were not to be deterred. They rebuilt a bigger and better house. Now this infuriated the beavers. They banded together with some beavers in the area and decided to mount a full fledged attack. They would stop at nothing to rid this perfect house of it’s humans!

The beavers decided to make their stand at the pool in front of the house. They gathered material day and night for a month. It was cleverly hidden nearby, as to not alert the humans. Then, on the 30th night, the beavers built an unbelievable dam.

It was forty feet high and took up the whole pool. Unfortunately, the fish in the pool were trapped and suffocated. But this was just  part of war.

By mornings light, the humans came out and stared. Amazement was written all over their eyes. The man human then got this look and told the woman human he was calling in the big guns. The Beaver Trappers.

The beavers had heard through the land the tale of the Trappers. No beaver lived that had ever confronted a Trapper. It’s like saying the Earth is round. Crazy talk, it is!

The beavers retreated to the neighboring colony to figure out what to do. And it was decided that a resistance would be mounted.

Several days later, the beavers returned to their dam. They were armed to the teeth with sharpened sticks, rocks slings, the works. They had their food stores to dig in at the worst. The Trappers would not succeed!

The next morning, dawn, a stir was in the air. The beavers heard the drone on the human wheeled movers. Trappers.

The trappers dismounted from their movers. They had strange looking things hanging from them. The front door of the human house opened and the man human came out. They talked and pointed in the direction of the beaver dam.

As the sun started to move up in the sky, the Trappers approached.

The beavers flung everything they had at the Trappers. They tried to stick them, but to no avail. The Trappers had something on them to protect them from everything the beavers could throw their way.

As the beavers started to see defeat, the sound of retreat was made. They ran out from every direction of the dam, only to be stopped by a cleverly made metal barred box. They had been trapped! Then they blacked out.

The next thing the beavers knew, they had been set down on the ground in their metal boxes. Where? They did not know. The Trappers opened the end of the metal box and left. The beavers cautiously started to move out of the boxes. They sniffed the air. It was different. Very different.

The beavers ran as far as they could, but the Trappers did not follow. Strange, as the tales of the Trappers always ended in the beavers’ death.

Many months passed and the Trappers did not come back. The beavers had started a new community there.

The beavers were plotting to find their way back. Back to the humans called Booth. Back to reclaim their house…