The story I want to tell you is so odd that I was afraid you might not believe it. So I asked my son to tell you instead. He is nine, he was there, and he is very, very honest. This is our ABSOLUTELY TRUE STORY…
Hi. I’m Loree’s son and I am about to tell you about an amazing adventure!
On Tuesday, March 18 we went to the reservoir near our house and I came across some trees that were cut down. I called my mom, brother, and sister and said, “Did a beaver cut these down?” My mom said, “I think so.” That is how it all began.
Me and my brother went farther down the bank and I found …
… a rubber duck! It’s head was a little cracked, but who cares? When me and my brother got back to the chopped trees and showed it to Mom, she found a number on it. It is “577”.
We decided to go farther down the trail all together and we kept finding chopped trees. Finally we got to a little opening, so I went down into it. Behind some bushes was a big dome. I said, “Is that a beaver lodge?” Mom said, “I think so!” Then we looked around and we decided it was a beaver lodge. We didn’t find any beavers.
In my opinion, the beaver bit is only mildly interesting when compared to the fact that we found a plastic duck in our reservoir. What are the chances that we would be the ones to find this plastic duck? What is it with me and plastic ducks? The number printed on the duck suggests it was part of a rubber duck race somewhere on the river that feeds the reservoir. The kids and I plan to look into it and we’ll let you know what we find out. For now we’ve put 577 with the rest of the gang.