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Got morals?
No?
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&
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Next time someone says you've no morals,
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You'll find
Bribem Beaver!
Ollie and Olga Owl!
Belinda Blackwidow!
AND… Many other creatures, including…
The Fabulist!
Who shows up
In the Green Room
When he needs
Critters for his e-tales.

And coming in a few days,
Bribem Beaver Gives a Dam
Another fifty tales with morals.
Buy both books and you'll have
More morals than
You know what to do with!

Bribem Beaver Logs On: Tales For The Post-Internet Age

Finally!
Bribem Beaver Logs On: Tales For The Post-Internet Age is a Kindle e-book!
I had to chase him for months, but I finally caught up with him. He agreed to go to press and the result is described in this blurb:

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 My contact information: wrbftaylor1@comcast.net.

In these fifty animal tales for adults, we struggle to keep up with Ollie and Olga Owl, Bribem Beaver, Alicia Aardvark and many other animals.

These critters hang out in the Green Room, where they wait for a human called The Fabulist to come by and recruit the animals he needs for his latest tale. Off they go, to act in the story, returning to the Green Room when they're finished.
      After a while, the animals form a collective bargaining group, aiming to wrest royalties from The Fabulist for sales of stories in which they star.

Here's a list of the titles of the first ten of the fifty stories in Bribem Beaver Logs On

Story Titles (First ten of fifty)
1. Horace Hyena Assumes Control of the Royal Joke Collection
2. Gus Gorilla's Loss of Self
3. Bob Beaver's College Mixers     
4. Rhonda Raccoon's Dream of Eliminating the Hanta Virus
5. Bribem Beaver Logs On     
6. Ants, Grasshoppers, and the Enlightened Farmer     
7. Frederick Fox, Prisoner, and a Bird     
8. Vinyl Chimpz
9. Belinda Beaver's Insight
10. Two Existentialist Frog Professors            

 

Bribem and The Fabulist Both Got Distracted

I finally heard from Bribem, who had been tied up delivering mail for the Postal Service over the holidays. (The Fabulist had also gotten tied up with several distractions.) Here's his message:
Never again! The US Postal Service is a confusing place to work around the holidays. First I had to convince them that I not only speak English but also read it. Then they needed to check my driving abilities. Those trucks are not paw-adapted, but I managed. Then there are the customers: Where's my LL Bean order? I needed it by yesterday! And on and on. If I never see another LL Bean sack it will be too soon.
But I made it through, and earned enough to begin buying cement for the spring repairs to the dam and lodge. And the kids could boast to their classmates that Daddy has a job for the US Government. (Though I guess technically the PO is no longer part of the government.)
So I may finally be able to visit The Fabulist, if he isn't too tied up with whatever project he got sidetracked by back in mid-December.
He apparently got so distracted he didn't even add to that free sample site for several weeks. I suspect he's planning to start selling some of our stories and doesn't want to give too many away.
We'll see.
Regards,
Bribem Beaver, USPS, (retired) 

Bribem's a temp at the post office.

We were on the road, out of touch with Bribem and all the other fable characters hanging out in the Green Room. I found a note pinned to the door when we returned.

To The Fabulist:
I have gotten tired of waiting for you, and will be unavailable until the New Year, having taken a temp job in the Post Office.
Who else but Bribem Beaver could tackle that notorious holiday log jam?

So what do I do? I'll think about putting up another fable over on that Google Docs site I've started to use. Maybe tomorrow.
If I don't get a temp job at the post office.

You Won't Believe...

     You won't believe this: Bribem texted to apologize for another delay. Protective Services is sending a caseworker to inspect the bed of cut branches his pups are sleeping on. One of the pups the called the caseworker to complain about wood ticks.
     So I went ahead and put up another tale, on Google Docs. Here's the address
Ants, Grasshoppers, and the Enlightened Farmer - Google Docs
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YXZVCZfr4Qn5oEeKmmkip1Gh8xGR-iO68bY3yWfA9KI/edit?pli=1#Ants, Grasshoppers, and the Enlightened Farmer

By the way, I believe if you "follow" this blog, you'll get a notice when there's a new post. 

Bribem Tied up by the Building Inspector and Corps of Engineers

      I really thought we'd see Bribem today. But he phoned while I was out. Here's his message: 
      "Damn dam needs to be passed by building inspector. Can't come today. And the stream drains to the Atlantic Ocean, which means Corps of Engineers (Army) have to check it out. Will call when free."
     So while we wait for Bribem to get his life back, I'll print another of the fables from the 70's.
     But I had so much trouble uploading Word docs to here that I'll just put in a link to a Google Docs site where you can read them from now on.
     The title is "Reg Fox and the Scab Grapes."
https://docs.google.com/document/edit?id=1q9YeJX1MV6jJ2oiburM1uFtS3xDH9DTD5PVJBvAk6ZY&hl=en#
     That Google site should be accessible, even though it's "https."
    

Bribem's Delayed Again!

     Bribem's Delayed Again
 
      No! 
     What bad luck! 
     Bribem just texted again (this is a day or two after the other post.)     
     Here's what he said:

              Permit! Delinquent! Sptphff. Can't make it. Again!!!

     I translate that to mean he forgot to get a building permit for the strengthening of the dam he's working on, and was therefore considered delinquent in technical terms, having done the work before applying for the permit. (Earlier in his life, that word, delinquent, would have applied in a different way.)
     Maybe I made a mistake in planning to open with Bribem. Knowing him as I do, for the past year of so, I find him usually reliable. Fortunately, I still have those tales from the 1970s plus a lot of new ones. Here's another in the series:

Reg Fox, Prisoner, and a Bird


     Reg Fox rejoiced that he could see at least a patch of sky through a chink the size of two BankAmericards high up on the wall of his windowless cell. One morning, however, he discovered a tangle of twigs stretched across the opening.
     A sparrow's nest gradually took shape as the sun climbed its way up in the morning sky. As the bird came and went on its errands of construction, the prisoner struggled with the issues.
     He has a right to a home, as do I. All creatures (according to the chaplain) deserve reverence. Yet he will cut off completely the view of the sky that has sustained me through these long months. Why must I sacrifice my contact with the outside world in order to honor this fellow creature's right to a home? At that point Reg got an idea.
      The next time the bird appeared, he cried, "Ho, Bird! Since you, by your action, have blocked my connection with freedom without so much as a building permit, don't you think you owe me something in return?"
     The bird shrugged and asked what Reg had in mind.
Reg explained that the warden habitually laid his keys on a rock at the creek at evening wash-up time. All the bird needed to do was seize the keys when the warden's back was turned. The bird readily agreed, stole the keys as planned, delivered them through the hole to the prisoner, and watched his escape.
     Alas! A new prisoner took up residence in the cell. This lout destroyed the nest and eggs in his attempt to enlarge the hole and his chance for freedom.
     Moral:
     Before you would a-rescuing go,
     Better check the quid pro quo.