Beavers can't climb trees, but wee bears can. Timothy the talented beaver thought her idea was excellent too. Now he could go about the job of choosing the right trees to fell for carving and building his dam and canals. Best of all, he would be able to upgrade his home which he calls a lodge.

Up the tree, Bea went. First, she only climbed, in her mind. She actually had never climbed a tree in reality. She heard bears could do it. So now her pretending and not being absolutely honest was giving her some consequences. She wasn't even sure how to start, but, with great trepidation, she soundly dug her sharp claws on her hind paws as high up on the tree as she could. Then, she quickly dug in with her front claws so as not to tip over backwards. There would be no cushioning of comfy pine needles to land in.

She talked to the maker all the way up and remembered not to look down at Timothy; even to see if he was smiling, had a worried look in his kind eyes, or trusted her and was going about his scheduled tasks. She somehow made it to the very top where those tender shoots grow. She broke off as many as she could so she might never have to do that again. As she let them drop one by one, her fears started to grow. How would she ever get back down to the safe ground. Talking to the maker helped her with her brain exercise. Who would ever have thought she'd be doing her brain exercise at the top of a tree! Many claw marks up from the ground.

Somehow, she figured out how to go back down one step at a time by thinking backwards. As long as Bea knows what thinking backwards means, that's all that counts. That was an adventure which she would never forget. Timothy was so pleased and proud of her for her bravery. That fact almost made it worth it. In addition to learning how to climb up and then climb down a very tall tree, Bea learned several other things:

1. Don't act like you know something when you don't have any idea what you're talking about at all.

2. Don't offer to do something until you have done your investigation exercise.

3. Don't do something if you don't have confidence in yourself for the task. Getting very hurt is not going to build your confidence.

4. Do take care of yourself before you try to take care of someone else.

5. Do remember that when you put yourself in a dangerous situation to kind of rescue a person in their needs, that person most probably could and would figure something else out.

At this point Bea was tired of learning and talking about it. She just wanted to forget it all for a while and enjoy her life. But that always seemed short-lived. Bea did a lot of laughing with Timothy because he told a lot of funny stories about things that had happened to him.

But sometimes he seemed to get sad and would tell about something that happened to him when he was younger that was not funny. As they strolled down some of the best paths, Bea had begun finding good seeds or little saplings for Timothy to plant. As you may know, Beavers favor the hardwood trees. Often they would walk about looking at how the little trees were doing, feeling so good about everything.

On one such occasion, Timothy was quiet for a moment but then began telling Bea of a time when he was younger and how he had had many, many trees like this, planted on a nice plot of land. He told of how good he felt about himself and his life, unlike his beaver brother, who always seemed unhappy, but never did anything about it.

One late afternoon, resting after a very busy beaver day, he heard a very strange sound. When he went to investigate, to his horror, he saw his beaver brother's friend, The Greedy Goat, crunching on his new struggling saplings. His heart sank at the sound and worse yet, his jealous brother was watching the whole time. Pine trees grow very quickly and make a great screen to hide the good trees. But either the goat didn't care or the pine trees just were not able to grow fast enough.

Bea loved Timothy even more, now. He also had bad memories. Just like Willow, Scruffles, Sweet Puppy and of course Bea, herself. She hoped so much, that he might often talk to the maker, but of course would never ask. She somehow thought he did talk to the maker of everything. She didn't know why, but it just seemed that he did.