Well, it had to happen!
On the shores of Lake
All frothy at the orifice, ole beaver leapt on the woman's leg like some scissor sister trying to dry hump her to death. Ouchie - Beaver teeth sink in, like vagina dentata, as the erstwhile befriender of the Pensievies went rabid and went on a 20 minute pensioner pig-out!
Quite clearly, Mr Beaver fell afoul of the now legenday grammar Meme, and misheard the fisherbloke saying "Let's eat, Granny" and took it for "Let's eat Granny!" and decided to munch her up before taking her still warm corpse back to it 's Narnian dam.
Unfortunately for the starving Castor canadensis, the granny was well used to beating a beaver, and took to it with a paddle, a walking stick and slapping at it with her hands.
Before trying to gouge out it's eyes.
After finally fighting the beaver off, it seems Grandmamma has been impregnated not with babies, but with rabies (assuming the frothing at her gushing gash is a sympton of rabies, and not a result of orgasmic pleasure after her beating her beaver off)
Oh, the perils of killer beavers...
...although, come to think of it...
...yes, you guessed it...
...you should know Xym well enough by now...
...altogether now...
I wouldn't mind death by beaver, if you know what I mean (and I'm sure that you do! And if you don't, there's something seriously wrong with you!)
