Crime scene: the local park. Time: half a minute ago. Culprit: beaver man. … Sorry, beaver man?!
Amidst the wilderness of the Canadian forests may or may not be the home of bigfoot. That’s debatable and not our concern right now. What definetely is our concern is the mystery of the suddenly half-mauled table which I was supposed to watch. (And I was only distracted for a second… My dog is well-behaved enough not to mistake wood for food or a toy…)
But what on earth could possibly gnaw on a wooden table? After all, it’s midday, we’re in the middle of a park, and there is a man sitting right beside the table. It wasn’t completely unsupervised.
A man who is covered in wood shavings, and is sporting a set of impressively long front teeth, and a matching beaver tail? – Would you be able to not laugh at this sight?
