James KleistMy name is James Kleist. I'm 65 years old when I was in grade school. I hated reading. I was very bad at reading. About 6 months ago I got a story about a beaver that lived in trees. So I started to write the next thing I knew I had a short story. Beause I knew a few things about beaver and had tried to break open a beaver dam nearly lost my life because we were camped near that damn the beaver cut a large tree down that night right in our camp. My Dad and I were moose hunting in the area. I saw a beaver slap their tail on the water because I was there. I also jumped up and down on a hut it bounced up and down and the beaver swam out. The hut was solid as a rock. Read More Read Less