The Furry Warriors- Chapter 3- made by Swamp Guy

The Baryonyx stood above them, eyeing them hungrily. Obviously he didn’t know anything about beavers.

I clamped my jaws onto his leg, and so did my father. We began pulling and pulling, as the Baryonyx screeched. We cast him into the water, and a cloud of red ascended to the surface as the piranhas ate him up.

“Is there anywhere here that’s safe?” I asked.

“We have to keep moving.” My mother answered.

Eventually we made it to an old abandoned road. A scout flew overhead. Not safe. There wasn’t anywhere safe.

We beavers are hardy, but this was too much. Cornelius, the oldest of us, collapsed. Before we could save him, a raptor pack was upon him.

Quetzals flew overhead. The sun kept beating down on us.

In the evening, we made it to a memorial. We fell instantly asleep, into a void of nightmares of never finding a real home.