47 - 18 - Tree Lift

Ba-boom!

The tree crashed to the ground.

The beaver mind was pleased. But wait . . .

The tree wasn't aligned with the canal. It had fallen across it. Ax and I stood up on our hind legs and pushed. The tree rocked but we couldn't dislodge it.

(...)

"Rrrrroooaaaarrr!"

In one sudden movement the tree rose off the ground! Twisted around in the air. Aligned with the canal and crashed into the water. Bobbed crazily, then calmed.

<You just need the right tool for the job.> Rachel's grizzly snorted proudly in the moonlight. <Now let's get this thing into place.>