The men-folk often go for a drive in the hot-rod.
Today, it is Mr. and Mrs. Toad out for a lovely drive.
Nice back-country road on a fine sunny day.
But, what is this? A tree has fallen right across there path. And what is worse: WEASELS!
Mr. Toad takes charge of the pistol.
And as the Mrs. ties up the rabble, Mr. Beaver does what beavers do best and chews through the tree in mere moments!
The Beavers tote the weasels out of the road (my aren't they industrious!)
Aren't friends a wonderful thing?