Grandma's Beaver - A Tale of Fur, Fire and Forbidden Whispers

Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to present the crown jewel of our family legacy: Great Grandma’s Beaver. For decades, it has been stroked, admired, whispered about in hushed tones at cocktail parties, and... most importantly - kept impeccably groomed.

Truth be told, Grandma represented the Furriers as a salesgirl, back in rural Moosejaw, Saskatchewan. She sold Beavers and other fine furs as part of her quest to hook a husband. It worked. She eventually landed a Mc from the Canadian Pacific Railroad… and the rest, as they say, is a blur of train whistles and pias drunken history.

This isn’t just fur. This is heritage. Generations have marveled at Grandma’s Beaver: its luxurious texture, its surprising warmth, its ability to stop conversation mid-sip when unveiled in public. Some say it could light up a room. Others claim it ruined marriages. All agree—it was unforgettable. ✨

Features (if you can handle them): 100% authentic vintage beaver fur: thick, lush, and soft to the touch. Perfectly preserved—because Grandma knew how to take care of her Beaver. A patina of mystery, intrigue, and the faint aroma of White Shoulders perfume and Cold Duck champagne.

Condition: Excellent. You’ll never meet another Beaver this well-kept.

🔥 Why own it? Because life is short, darling, and you deserve the scandalous thrill of being able to lean in and whisper, “I’ve got Grandma’s Beaver at home.” 💵 Asking: $1,000,000 (though, truly, Grandma’s Beaver is priceless). ⚡

What people were saying: “I’ll never forget the first time I laid hands on Grandma’s Beaver. Life-changing.”

“It was so warm, so soft… I still think about it.”

“Not everyone can handle Grandma’s Beaver. But those Mc’s that did… never let go.”