Why the Badger bristles
In the year 2011, Da Badger dug a hole with his teeth, mostly to protect himself from the blast of Wisconsin winters, which everyone worth their fur knows is a most terrible season. Snug in the deep underground, Da Badger couldn’t help but notice the rumbling of thousands of boot-clad feet as they shook the ground above his abode, threatening his tranquility and making it ever harder to catch some zzzzzzs.
Though in some ways the stomping of boots above his head reminds him of hordes of Germans out hunting with their dachshunds, who he remembers were bred specifically to hunt the likes of him. He knows in his heart of hearts that Badgers of any stripe would fight to the finish to protect their turf; indeed, he’d lost several sons and daughters that way. But that was then. They were fine hardworking American cubs who deserved better.
He bristled at the thought of their demise.
In the good old days, when he attended the University of Wisconsin (he didn’t graduate), he was anointed as their Supreme Mascot. But he quickly learned that perhaps his best use in the outside world was to provide his hair for shaving brushes, hawked to royalty and the rich folks who lived in big houses up on the hill in Madison. He’d survived long enough to know that things change, but that said, because he worked diligently all of his life (digging holes and providing bristles), he felt his true soul rests somewhere out there with the steaming masses and their stomping boots. It’s also comforting to know (he says), that in 1992, the U.K. passed the Protection of Badgers Act, and in 2004 passed the Hunting Act. On really lonely nights, he visits Wikipedia and reads about his relatives: weasels, martens and polecats. We don’t choose our relatives do we?
Last night, he learned on wikipedia.org/wiki/Badger that American badgers and coyotes sometimes hunt together.
When all is said, in the end, he hopes that soon the boot stomping will cease and cooperation will reign. For in the end, if badgers and coyotes can cooperate, then isn’t anything possible?