The beaver got up slowly. It could practically swim in the blood it had lost, but that didn’t seem to slow it down. George thought that it must’ve been possessed. The beaver picked up the knife with its still-attached hand and headed for Molly again.

            He pushed through the closet door and shouted, “Watch out!” 

                                                                 ***

            This time, no one stopped her. The beaver with her one paw jumped onto the human that had killed her ki...

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