Prologue
A New Home


It was a cold, foggy early spring night and not a living soul was awake except for six wandering beavers creeping along a dark highway. These beavers were considered nomads, as they had never lived in an area for longer than a year. Their names were Boss, their leader, and O’Wisey, O’Strengthy, O’Smiley, O’Lazy, and O’Worky. O’Lazy was extremely lazy, but he was allowed to stay only because he was good at tracking down and gathering food. O’Smiley was also lazy, but with his smile he could beguile any enemies that crossed the beavers’ path. O’Wisey was the mastermind behind all the construction work the beavers performed and O’Worky worked tirelessly on projects. O’Strengthy could handle the heaviest logs and branches. Together, they were a team.
This night they were on a quest. O’Wisey had heard of Valley Forge Park and had persuaded Boss to allow them to move to the park. Now they crept along the highway when O’Smiley saw a sign. “Hey let’s go look! Maybe we’re there!” The beavers snuck across the road and scuttled over to the sign. Smiley stared up and read, “Va… Valley Forge Nation… National Historical Park. Whoopeee!!!!! We’re there, guys!”
However, Boss wasn’t so excited. “Look at the trees, bro, aren’t ya hungry? Aim famished!” That was true, as the last food they had eaten had been early in the morning. So each of the beavers chose a tree and nestled at the base. Using their sharp teeth, they nipped off pieces of bark and munched. For a few minutes, all that could be heard was the sound of crunching. Then, Boss stated in a sleepy voice, “Don’t know about y’all, but aim goin’ ter nod off till morning.”
The last thing the beavers remembered before they drifted off was moonlight in their furry faces.