Topic: "Heck of an Engineer"(7)
There are a number of small creeks that wend their way past the Shire and toward the rivers that fill the Gulf of Mexico. Frodo knows many of them as arterial escape routes for coyotes and immature bears from the occupied mountains and crowded suburbs reaching ever closer to the birthing den. In periods of abnormal rainfall the creeks back up and spread into the lower yards and streetcorners supported by man-made drains. Frodo remembers the old saying that "to destroy everything that Man has ever created would restore Eden."
Frodo noted the rivulet rising slowly as it filled an obscure pond to new levels. After three or four walks passing by, he smiled at the tell-tale flashes of yellow wrapped around young trees bordering thereon. Those which had stood erect in prior days were slowly being assemblaged into an apparently nearly watertight obstruction to the flow of water toward the pond. The residence of the engineers so engaged was apparent nearby, but it was high noon, and Frodo knew that all he could do was observe the resultant efforts expended before the dawn of this day.
There was no flooding of the low intersection. Instead, the waters were spreading into a pond of greater circumference, and Frodo marvelled at the ingenuity of those whose engineering skills were not developed at MIT, Cal Tech, VPI, or Georgia Tech. No longer would wayward automobiles be wary of flooded streets since the beavers had solved the problem which has cost the taxpayers so much.
Frodo was gamely tempted to take some pictures and draft a Letter to the Editor in order to share the technological wonder with others around the Shire. Then he wised up. He could foresee the day when suddenly the bedazzled would order the capture of the beavers, and the reintroduction of the flooded streets as a result. The beavers, after all, had big teeth and they probably carry rabies, or something else that would worry part-time parents. Frodo decided, wisely, to keep his mouth shut, and to spend a few minutes every day remembering how much he loved the Disney tale known as "Beaver Valley."
Frodo had never really been exposed to something so urban unique so close by as this family of beavers. But he swears that he can hear that marvelous baritone in his own ear telling him about the wonders of Beaver Valley. It was there today, and Frodo knows that it will be there tomorrow. Like a child in line to enter "Adventureland," Frodo dances from toe-to-toe. A few minutes of magic while strolling through a place called Frodo's "Beaver Valley" is a magical this day as it was on a black-and-white a million years ago.