The Beaver Whose Dam Was Too Tall
Bram the beaver wanted to build the best dam on the river. Every day he chewed down sticks and stacked them high. He packed mud between them. His dam grew and grew.
"Bigger is better," Bram said.
An otter swam by. "Bram, the water is getting very deep up here," she said. "It is flowing over the bank."
"Good!" said Bram. "Then I have a big pond!"
But the water kept rising. It crept into the burrow of a family of voles. It covered the path where the rabbits ate clover. Soon the little animals stood by the bank with worried faces.
Bram saw them and felt a lump in his throat. His dam was tall, but it was hurting his neighbors.
That evening he pulled out the top row of sticks. The water slowly went down. The burrows were dry again. Bram built a new top that was lower and just right.
"A dam should help the whole river," he said, "not just the beaver."