The beaver pawed at the windshield, seeing three humans inside. She wanted to eat them, but as she scratched, she knew that she wouldn’t be able to get in. She was about to get down when the shot went off and the glass shattered. She ran her paw through the air where the windshield had been a second before. The bullet had come out through the back windshield, opening the car completely without hitting any of the humans inside.

            The beaver lunged onto the closet one’s face, tearing its cheek, then its nose. It pushed her back, and there was a loud honking noise. The human screamed. The car rolled forward. The next-closest one jumped out and rolled on the lawn. The beaver bit the hand that was hol...

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