<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27833913</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:21:11.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beaver Tales</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm a beaver.  Beavers need to chew. Usually we chew trees.  But one day, I found a pack of gum in a camper's backpack.  It was delicious!  The gum - that is.  So now I chew gum instead of trees. 

And if you're not chewing trees, there's no point living in the forest, is there?  So naturally, I moved to the city and started writing this Blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beavertale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27833913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beavertale.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pelt the Beaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09230880157165881130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.beavertale.tv/Beaver_sunchair.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27833913.post-115139529058313376</id><published>2006-06-27T03:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T04:01:30.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beaverifesto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I've been thinking that the time has come for me to put out my manifesto to the world.  I guess it would be a beaverifesto because I'm not technically a man…but the idea of the festo bit is the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Beaverifesto – by Pelt the Beaver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the world is a hard place to live.  When it gets tough, these are a few things that might help you carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.         &lt;strong&gt;Unleash Your Inner Beaver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I know that sounds like a hard thing to do – but physically speaking, it's actually quite easy.  Being that I am already a beaver, I have it easier than most….but this activity is something that I heartily recommend.  It's as relaxing as Yoga – just with a lot more deep breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.         Chew Gum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            It takes your mind off chewing trees – and it's not nearly as addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;More to follow in the coming days…keep watching this spot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27833913-115139529058313376?l=beavertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beavertale.blogspot.com/feeds/115139529058313376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27833913&amp;postID=115139529058313376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27833913/posts/default/115139529058313376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27833913/posts/default/115139529058313376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beavertale.blogspot.com/2006/06/beaverifesto.html' title='Beaverifesto'/><author><name>Pelt the Beaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09230880157165881130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.beavertale.tv/Beaver_sunchair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27833913.post-114928257717343349</id><published>2006-06-02T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T17:09:37.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chewing in the Wind</title><content type='html'>It has come to my knowledge that the only one who ever reads this blog is me. That's not all bad because that way I can keep updated on what I'm doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But originally, this blog was meant to be for you - my fans. Where are you all? Whatever it is you guys are doing...I'm sure it's fun. I bet you're out at the beach or the movies....or dancing in thong bikinis at a barbecue somewhere exotic - like Colorado....or Texas. Yup...my fan base are a bunch of cool people, who do cool and exciting things. I am a lucky beaver to have such a hip fans, who are too busy to read my blog. My invitation to the barbecue must have got lost in the mail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's during quiet moments like these that I miss Quillette. At least I know it's safe for me to write that here 'cause no-one will ever read it and tell Kat. Kat gets mad when I mention Quillette.  She gets especially mad if I say I miss Quillette...which I happened to mention in passing one day by mistake.  "Pass the salt please, Kat.....I miss Quillette."  As you might imagine....we ate that particular meal in frosty silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27833913-114928257717343349?l=beavertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beavertale.blogspot.com/feeds/114928257717343349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27833913&amp;postID=114928257717343349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27833913/posts/default/114928257717343349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27833913/posts/default/114928257717343349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beavertale.blogspot.com/2006/06/chewing-in-wind.html' title='Chewing in the Wind'/><author><name>Pelt the Beaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09230880157165881130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.beavertale.tv/Beaver_sunchair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27833913.post-114804190388375829</id><published>2006-05-19T08:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T08:31:43.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scar-Faced Beaver</title><content type='html'>I’m happy to report that my cat wounds are healing….although the doctor says I will carry these scars on my face for the rest of my life.  But it’s OK because I’ve heard that some people like scars.  I could use it to promote the Bed &amp; Breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come to the Bed &amp; Breakfast!  Have a good night’s rest and see the Scar-Faced Beaver.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27833913-114804190388375829?l=beavertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beavertale.blogspot.com/feeds/114804190388375829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27833913&amp;postID=114804190388375829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27833913/posts/default/114804190388375829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27833913/posts/default/114804190388375829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beavertale.blogspot.com/2006/05/scar-faced-beaver.html' title='Scar-Faced Beaver'/><author><name>Pelt the Beaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09230880157165881130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.beavertale.tv/Beaver_sunchair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27833913.post-114761840338874606</id><published>2006-05-14T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T17:40:34.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Gum</title><content type='html'>Last night I fell asleep chewing gum in front of the TV. I woke up this morning with the hardened gum- stuck to my face. While I was still blinking the sleep out of my eyes, Kat (my new girlfriend) sprang into action, and with a piercing screech she scratched the wad of gum off with her claws. Of course she pulled off a patch of fur along with the gum…so now I have a bald patch along with several deep cat scratches down my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s OK – I didn’t lose much blood. A pint at the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat says she’ll cover the scratches up with some dark brown eye-shadow and no-one will be the wiser. She’s a very knowledgeable cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27833913-114761840338874606?l=beavertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beavertale.blogspot.com/feeds/114761840338874606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27833913&amp;postID=114761840338874606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27833913/posts/default/114761840338874606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27833913/posts/default/114761840338874606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beavertale.blogspot.com/2006/05/hard-gum.html' title='Hard Gum'/><author><name>Pelt the Beaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09230880157165881130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.beavertale.tv/Beaver_sunchair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27833913.post-114721467028972953</id><published>2006-05-09T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T19:35:30.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelt the Beaver - A thought or two....</title><content type='html'>Hello...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I thought I'd share my thought with you - &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; being the world at large. I like addressing you like you're just one....even though you're millions. How are &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;doing? I'm asking because I care...not just because I'm being polite....even though I am a polite beaver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how many people are out there chewing gum right now while I'm here poking at the keyboard with my claw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It boggles a beaver's mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27833913-114721467028972953?l=beavertale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beavertale.blogspot.com/feeds/114721467028972953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27833913&amp;postID=114721467028972953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27833913/posts/default/114721467028972953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27833913/posts/default/114721467028972953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beavertale.blogspot.com/2006/05/pelt-beaver-thought-or-two.html' title='Pelt the Beaver - A thought or two....'/><author><name>Pelt the Beaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09230880157165881130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.beavertale.tv/Beaver_sunchair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
