“You have a problem, Bob.” Brad said.
The damage was extensive. Bob covered his eyes with his hands in shame. Brad and Betty reviewed the scene wondering what could be salvaged.
“I lost control,” Bob wept.
“Like you lost control after Baxter’s birthday bash? Or Barry’s barbecue? I need you to schedule a meeting with Doctor Baldwin in the morning. You keep doing this, we’re going to run out of trees.” Betty warned.
“We’re beavers! Beavers! We have to chomp trees! It’s in our blood!” Bob shouted.
“You’re chewing a tree right now, Bob. Stop it.” Brad was losing patience.