The Champion And Building The Hoosier Beaver Dam
Arriving back from a winning weekend in Vegas, Benny the Beaver found himself shoveling through the mail looking for a miracle on how he was going to keep his good streak going that started during the Pac 12 Championship.
“You are a Champion!” Walton a trail blazing bruin emerged acting like a critter from Oregon State.
“Yup, a champion of what though?” Benny answered, knowing he was now deemed a winner meaning another time-consuming commitment was made and his Hoosier Town punched ticket for the NCAA dance was reality,
“Here it is. Time to go?”
“Go where?” Walton getting ready to celebrate the madness prepared the remote control that included new triple A batteries.
“To the Big Dance an academic sporting event that is like no other in Hoosier Town and provide a service teaching a student to understand when things are over,” Benny answered.
“Can I come?” Walton handed the packed suitcase that was never unpacked.
“Why don’t you just watch it on television?” Benny answered since he was not sure what the results were going to be in the end.
“You are a champion.” Walton held the door for Benny as the Beaver hailed the cab.
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Having a churning in his stomach not knowing if there was going to be a long trip or short Benny, felt his hands shake as a chill ran throughout his body as he tried to come to closure with what he was doing at the Big Dance in Hoosier Town.
“That’s the answer I will build a dam, a big dam and no one will be allowed through,” Benny planned a legitimate reason for going to Hoosier Town on an all-expense paid trip. After he checked into the hotel a voice that sounded like Walton came through Benny’s head, “you are a champion, you do not need to build a dam.”
Disregarding the telepathic episode, he decided to flip through the yellow pages and in a few minutes, an advertisement blared into the bleary Beaver’s eyes, “Visitors from Tennessee Want to Be Volunteers at The Big Dance.”
This advertisement enticed Benny to order some cheap labor using his cell phone and to see if they would work for complementary oranges after building the dam. When the Volunteers showed up to Benny’s door,
Walton’s voice once again emerged, “You are the champion!
For the next two hours, Benny toyed with the volunteers then suddenly there was a foundation taking shape before the free loaders were asked to leave.
“It is starting to look like a dam.” Benny’s stance sent a message. *************************************************************************************Benny heard a Cowboy was standing there with one of the gratis oranges.
“I heard you built a dam, Mr. Beaver.” Benny stood tall.
“No, Mr. Cowboy I spent my time here in Hoosier Town basket weaving, of course I am building a dam, and you cannot get through it.”
“I reckon I can, my name is OSU,”
“That is a coincidence I come from Oregon State University and that is OSU, too, and you still cannot pass through.”
Two hours later the Cowboy decided to give up and leave the premises peacefully deciding not to fight realizing sooner they left would be a wise decision. “That is right I am sweet sixteen and my dam looks keen,” Benny announced. *************************************************************************************
Benny the beaver paid no attention to the clasping thunder and lightning as the threatening weather darkened the sky. Once again Benny heard the voice in his head, “You are the champion, no snow, thunder, rain, or sleet is going to stop you from fulfilling your duties. You are a champion.”
“Then there was a ray of light that peered through the clouds and Benny knew that soon it would be a warm and beautiful, sweet sixteen day. Windy cold rambling moisture tried its best to invade the picture postcard and despite a holy alliance Benny the Beaver was still thrilled. Looking at the dam being constructed for the surviving four, he felt satisfied and decided to lay back in the creek and take a nice backstroke swim.
“I am in the eight and elite.
Just the ramblers I did beat.”
This hymn he did hum, until the current dragged him to a grim reality that happened to a neighbor from the other side of the bracket. Quickly shifting into the upright position, Benny noticed an obstruction.
“It’s a dead duck!” ************************************************************************************* As time passed, Benny still felt strong and that is when the sunny blue skies emerged. A lovely female beaver graduate with a mature look walked by.
“You must be Benny the Beaver,” she said, flicking a cigarette into her mouth then lightning it. Seeing her best features, Benny arose from his relaxed state.
“Yes, I am, I am Benny the Beaver, and I came to Hoosier Town to build a dam.”
“A dam?” The lady beaver took a puff.
“Well, I am a friendly cougar. You can call me Beatrice,” she dropped her arm,
“I was once a Beaver and graduated and I have plenty of money.”
Still checking out the goods Benny smiled.
“Well Beatrice, my work is almost done here, and I need a little bit more money to finish the job.”
It was then Beatrice pulled out a wad of cash. “Here, no rush in paying it back. Just put my name on the dam, the Beatrice Beaver Dam.” With much excitement, Benny accepted the loan and headed back to the hardwood. ************************************************************************************
“The Champion has come home!” Benny heard when the success door magically opened for the critter and he replied,
“Well, Walton, mission accomplished.”
“A champion feat, I assume,” Walton announced, wearing a blue and yellow basketball jersey.
“Did you see Hoosier Town?” Question had an emphasis on the letters UC. Taking a step back before moving forward, Benny answered by removing the tool belt to reveal no pants.
“It was a dam good ride.”
Entering the mansion, Benny noticed all the decorations that honored the last exams in bracketology.
“I have just been bumming around the mansion watching all the action and we are down to the final television.”
“Had enough finances to finish the Hoosier Town Beatrice Beaver Dam,” Benny reported.
“You were the champion from Vegas of course you had enough funding for the dam,” Walton replied, and Benny thought about it before proudly finding a seat on the couch while sticking his hands in the popcorn.
“Yup, for one shining sun tanning moment,” Benny started to drift off to sleep, “I was Champion.”
“In Vegas,” Benny heard, “not Hoosier Town!”
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