Alright, guys. Don't have a heart attack, but I am actually going to write something in this journal of mine. I don't usually write a journal because, frankly, I have very little to say. I just kind of go with the flow. It's a very beaver-like thing to do. Until we... chop down all your trees and dam the flow up. But that's besides the point!

I guess what I am writing about is that on April 7, 2010, International Beaver Day was held. Now... where the heck was I? Wasn't I suppose to be in some parade somewhere? Gotten an interview with Larry King? Heck, I might have even settled for getting an honorable mention in a news letter. Headline: Big Busted Beaver Beats Back Blight: Thank You Busty For Protecting Us for Greenhouse Emissions! A fruit basket would have been nice too.

But no, not so much as a peep. No thank-yous or huzzah-beavers! Mark my words people, when April 7th, 2011 rolls around, there had better be some kind of parade, or so help me, I'll let all that carbon dioxide float up into the air and kill us all! Then /no one/ is getting any holidays! I've got my metaphorical finger on the even more metaphorical trigger, people! Don't make me use it!

Be kind to your beaver. Feed the beaver. Pet the beaver. Stroke the beaver. Love... the beaver.

-Busty, International Beaver of Bustitude!

****This tongue-in-cheek rant/death-threat has been brought to you by the letters A, D, H, & D. Thank you.****