One morning a Calgary police officer was cycling along on his usual beat when he saw a middle-aged man walking down the street. The man was dressed like a lumberjack and waddling along the sidewalk behind him was this beaver, eh.
The policeman braked and got off his bike. “Excuse me, sir, but what’s with this beaver and why is it following you around?”
The lumberjack looked back at the beaver. “He’s my pal, eh. I’ve brought him along with me so he can see what the big city looks like. But he’s having a hard time keeping up.”
“Listen,” said the officer, “we can’t have wild animals roaming around like this here in the city. You should take him to the Zoo.”
“That might be a good idea,” the lumberjack replied. “Where can I find it?”
The policeman gave the lumberjack instructions on how to get to the Calgary Zoo. “You’ll have to take the bus from here, but watch out that beaver doesn’t bite anyone along the way, eh?”
“Don’t worry. He won’t bite anyone unless they’re made of wood.” He chuckled, then turned to the beaver. “Come on, pal. We’re going to the Zoo.”
The next morning the policeman was patrolling his beat when he saw the lumberjack again. This time he was going in the opposite direction — and again the beaver was waddling along behind him.
The officer stopped short. “Hey, mister. I thought you were going to take that animal to the zoo?”
“I did.” the lumberjack replied. “And my little pal liked it so well I decided today I’d take him to the Stampede.”
This tale derives from an old English joke I read in an old Friendship Book of Francis Gay.
Since it’s Canada Day tomorrow I’ll give it a little tweak and serve it up to you. They say beaver
tales tails are very tasty. 🙂