Romanian Beavers

This was inspired from watching @StinkRatStreams on Twitter! It was much fun! Hope you enjoy!

8 centuries ago, in the Human World, Canadian beavers have deforested all of America, and wanted more wood. But where could the beavers go? They couldn't afford teleporting into another dimension, since they didn't get paid. Looking at the sunset, their tummies screaming in the inside, a paper slowly flies above their head, landing on the Beaver Leader's face. He looks at it: the Carpathian mountains.

“Say, that sounds cool!”, said the Beaver Leader. “Beavers, we're going to Romania!”.

So the beavers went on a trip throughout the Pacific Ocean, making a boat of the only wood they had left. And they arrive in the United Kingdom. They kept walking, taking a snack on the go in Germany, and finally arrived in Romania.

The air was fresh, and the trees were tall. Ah, it as great to see a forest again!

The beavers ate and ate all day, and at night, when their tummies were full, they decided to find a place to sleep.

“Say, that looks like a good place!”, said one of the beavers.

A castle was sitting majestically on the side of a hill.

The Beaver Leader nodded and everybody went towards the castle.

They open the front gate. “Ok then”, said the Beaver Leader. “Everybody find a place to sleep!”

The beavers wondered around the castle, searching it out of curiosity. One of them found a long sword, and another found a cool hat. But their greatest discovery was a tomb.

“Oooh!”, they, as they opened the tomb, driven by curiosity.

Out of the tomb rose a body. It got out of the tomb as if it had woken up. It scratched its back and looked at its surroundings and sees the beavers.

“What is this?!”, said the living corpse. “Who are you and what are you doing in MY castle?”.

“We are sorry, sir”, said the Beaver Leader. “We were but humbly looking for a place to sleep.”

The corpse looked the Beaver Leader, then looked throughout the room. He noticed the beaver wearing the hat.

“My hat!”, he shouted, and grabbed it. “Oh, my dear beloved hat, how I've missed you!”. Then he noticed the beaver with the long sword. “And my sword!”, he said, taking it from the beaver. He looked at the beavers with a threatening expression.

“Be gone from the al-mighty Vlad the Impaler's castle!”, he shouted, chasing the beavers down.

And so, the Romanian beavers now happily eat wood, but never approaching the castle on the side of the hill. Nor any settlement, for that fact.