Princeton Day School - Link Yearbook (Princeton, NJ)

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Being new to the re- gion, the Beaver stumbled quite accidentally onto a stream. Glad to be near a welcome place, the Beaver jumped into the stream and paddled around on her back for nearly an hour, spewing water and wishing she could make inoffensive waves and go surfing. I-Iowever, she decided that what was really worth having was not a surf- board, but a dam for the stream. Gathering togeth- er her organizational tend- i encies, she decided how it should be built. She now needed materials for it, which she went off to find. She wandered over by a patch of mushrooms in her search and thought she might study them for awhile. She came to the conclusion that they were of an edible nature. Suddenly she remembered that she had set out to build a dam and quickly went to search for sturdy logs. She came back with them and worked for several hours, patiently placing and securing them. After testing the dam to see if it met the BeaVer's architectural stan- dards, she smiled and turned to leave, remembering that there were mushrooms she had left behind she wanted to know more about. Moral: A job worth doing is worth doing well. 23 Liz Hamid

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Another inspiration had come to the boulder, which was constantly plagued by its organizational tendencies and creative spirit. And so it set off in search of fellow rocks. Coming upon a scattering of pebbles, the boulder announced, A wall. If We could just get together, l believe we might succeed with a Wall. But the pebbles only stared in disbelief, and the boulder, who was given to self-consciousness, collapsed in an embarrassed fit oi minor hysterics. The boulder made a half-hearted attempt to apologize for its unorthodox behavior, but on turning completely red, it shrugged and rolled off in search of other converts. The pebbles looked at one another and concluded that the boulder was undoubtedly insane. lt did have a point, however, and so they set off after it in a line, struggling to keep pace. Moral: An enthusiastic albeit mad rolling stone gathers considerable moss. Louise Sayen

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The animal community at large had a tendency to forget about the mouse, perhaps because it was so small and perhaps because it was a foreigner. But despite its size, the mouse was extraordinarily vocal and with its alien culture it lent the community a distinct cosmopolitan flavor, living as it did, in a foreign city. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the community had of late forgotten many of its unobtru- sive leading citizens, plunged as it was in a state of general despondency. It was nothing you could put your finger on--it was simply a grey wintry depression that had settled on the community and rudely refused to get up, despite the animals' determined prods. The entire company had thus assembled that morning on the assumption that common ennui was somehow more bearable than personal boredom, and such was the general state of things when the mouse arrived. The mouse, on observing the blank faces of its friends, could only stare in utter astonishment, for depression was a state unknown to it and quite apart from its nature. Hey, shouted the mouse. On your feet. There is much to be done and besides, the spring is coming. The aniinals stared in disbelief for the mouse's spirit quite outweighed its size, but the mouse only giggled and proceeded to throw an outlandish Italian banquet. Moral: F rom a small spark may burst a mighty flame. Judi Migliori is in I