'Timber!' ; and with a crash the mighty oak hit the ground. There was never a tree too big or a job too tough for Woody. He enjoyed his job as a lumberjack and with good reason. The pay was good, he had always liked the outdoors and he was good at what he did.
In fact, some say he was the best. His friends in the city however said he was crazy for moving away. They said there are so many opportunities in the city, but Woody never wanted opportunities, he just wanted to be a lumberjack. So far this job was running smoothly. They were on schedule and there was an abundance of trees in British Columbia to keep them busy for the next while. It seemed so simple at first.
Woody and his crew would cut down the trees and they would be shipped to a nearby river where they would be floated downstream to the new lumber mill. At least this was what was supposed to happen. After the first couple loads, there came reports that the logs weren't reaching their destination. Some of the men started talking about how they were logging on uncharted territory and this was a bad omen.
Woody just laughed and said, 'Uncharted territory or not, we have a job to do and I'm not going to let some little thing like this ruin my reputation. I'll go see what the problem is.' ; And so Woody packed a bag with supplies and sailed off down the river to find the missing logs. It wasn't long before the lush green landscape of trees he saw around him became a bare region of stumps and small brush. It was almost as if another logging crew had been here before him.
He was amazed at the number of trees that had been cut down. It would have taken his entire crew at least a week and yet all of the stumps looked freshly cut. Woody had to find out what was happening. A bit further down the river he found his answer. There in front of him were all of the missing logs. They had became jammed at the base of the biggest beaver dam he had ever seen.
He gazed up at it in awe of it's shear size. The river itself was quite wide and this dam covered it from shore to shore. Judging by the enormous shadow, which loomed over him, Woody estimated the dam to be at least thirty feet high. This was not a normal beaver dam. Just then it hit him that if he didn't get rid of this dam, the logs wouldn't make it to the lumber mill. As much as Woody hated destroying something so awesome as this, he couldn't bear the thought of his perfect record being tarnished.
He made up his mind, reached into his bag of supplies and pulled out a stick of dynamite. He was going to blow the dam. Little did he know that someone or something was watching his every move. Woody heard something and spun around in his boat. Nothing was there.
He heard something else in the other direction and turned but still nothing. He called, 'Who's out there?' ; but got no answer. Woody was beginning to get frightened and yelled, 'I've got a gun so just stay away!' ; He was bluffing. He decided that he wasn't going near that dam so he lit the fuse on the explosive and hurled it toward the center of the dam.
He sped up the river and it wasn't long before he heard the thunderous explosion behind him. There was something else though, something after the explosion. It sounded like a wailing of sorts. It sounded like something was in agonizing pain. Woody could tell something was wrong.
He went back down the river to make sure the dynamite had done it's job but nothing could have prepared him for what he would find. There on top of what was left of the dam was a beaver with his head pointed to the sky moaning in a way that sent shivers up Woody's spine. It was then that the beaver spotted Woody and let loose a horrible hiss. It leaped into the water came at the boat. Woody panicked and couldn't get the motor started. He could see the creature swimming towards him but he just couldn't start it.
Suddenly with tremendous force, the animal struck the boat, overturning it. Woody fell, banging his head on the side of the craft and becoming unconscious. He woke up on the shore of the river, looked at his watch and realized he was only out for a few minutes. After he finished thanking God for sparing his life he looked to the sky and saw a billowing cloud of black smoke in the sky above what he guessed was his logging camp. He ran up the shores of the river as fast as he could but by the time he got there it was too late. The camp was in ruins.
The buildings were aflame and the bodies of his fallen comrades lay scattered about the camp. They had put up quite a fight but they were no match for the beast. This was no ordinary beaver. Their arms and legs had been severed from their bodies and appeared to be missing. Woody knew that none of this would have happened if he hadn't destroyed the animal's home. He felt responsible and realized that the only way to make this right would be to avenge their death's and keep this psychotic little rodent from killing anyone else.
He grabbed his trusty ax and set off tracking the elusive creature. Woody knew where the beaver would go, right back to the river. He charged off through the brush towards the river. When he got there he began to think that maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
He found the bloodthirsty little beaver alright and he located the missing appendages. The beaver had begun to build a new dam only this time out of human body parts. The beaver glared at him with hatred in his eyes and Woody stood tall. They both knew that only one of them would walk away. The beaver flew through the air at him but Woody blocked the beast's razor sharp fangs with the handle of his ax.
Unfortunately Woody forgot the handle was made of wood and the creature gnawed through it with ease. Woody kicked it away and charged, raising his now slightly shorter ax above his head as a savage would with tomahawk. He brought it down with all of his strength and it found it's mark. The head of the ax was buried deep into the beaver's pelt.
The beaver fell and a sharp pain hit Woody. The chewed off handle of the ax had impaled Woody in the chest. He looked down at the dead beaver and knew he could die peacefully now, and with his perfect record intact.