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Leavit and The Muscrat Gang

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Leavit and The Muscrat Gang

Armadilly Billy needed repair work on the home, as he wanted to move in.
Asking around Troll Lake Town, the answer was Leavit, again and again.
A bit confused, he needed repairs; he couldn’t leave it, like they said, therein.
So he picked up the Acme phone book, and understanding, then, did begin.

It said: Levit T. Beaver for the best woodwork, to be found, anywhere around.
The rumor was: he was once a movie star, before retiring to Troll Lake Town.
He had the scruffiest crew, Billy had ever seen, inept in absolutely, everything.
Called: The Muskrat Gang, they were tied up in chains, yes, the whole shebang.

Doing time for trying to blow up Leavit’s dam, yep, a real, live, chain gang, bound.
Tho, they were really chained up, to stop them, from aimlessly scurrying all, around.
He thought to give them purpose, before he was through, and a new profession, too.
After they tried to empty Troll Lake, to scoop out all the fish, on one crazy afternoon.

What they got was better, as Leavit tried to teach them work, with all kinds of wood.
He stopped them, and saved some mice, lost in a boat, on the lake, on that day, too.
Oddly, love blossomed between Leavit and one of the mice, her name was Mary Ann.
He was lucky in love, as the other mice decided, to rent rooms, to stay, on his island.

Though he had to admit that Gilligan, Skipper, and the other mice WERE a tad, strange.
And as for the Muskrat Gang, well, they seemed, to pretty much, stay unchanged.
After serving their time, Levit T. Beaver, offered to hire them, to help him clean up.
All their scurrying, was perfect for this, as he paid them in their most, beloved fish.

With the Chains gone, a job and home found, they discovered crime did not pay.
So my Moral, my friend, is that in the end… Crime is Never the Way!



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  1. Date: 9/7/2013 10:04:00 AM
    you are the epitome of moral story telling Carol,,, another gem of yours i see today,, and love so much...

  1. Date: 9/7/2013 7:37:00 AM
    Very well expressed... good message... Terry

  1. Date: 9/5/2013 2:23:00 AM
    I have to agree ma'am. Your story is grand and appears in apple pie order and right as a trivet. One more lovely tale and a fave. :) G.

  1. Date: 9/4/2013 10:09:00 AM
    - A useful lesson to learn, Carol. - Nice to read .... as always! - All the best to you and your fairy friends. - oxox // Anne-Lise :)

  1. Date: 9/4/2013 6:22:00 AM
    You is overflowing... hope you're not neglecting that Mike guy! LOL You are on a roll... keep rolling! Love ya lots xoxoxox