Domo and Beaver have a big fat hole in their chimney. En fait, they have two. Today Domo tried to seal them up with mortar, bricks and stones just like the unfortunate republicans at the T-Bone Depot told him to.
The bricks stayed put, the pebbles fell, and the mortar leaked all over the beautiful stone chimney. Domo felt sad. He isn't a professional contracting beaver, he's just a little guy, with lots of bushy fur. He stood in the middle of the living room and watched as the soppy, grey mess dripped onto the floor.
Beaver went and fetched him some sasafrass tea. Try, try again, little Domo! Even the highest tree will fall with enough earnest chewing.
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