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A gritty, high-energy scene set in a lively, chaotic carnival at night, bursting with neon lights and the distant echo of calliope music. In the center of the midway, a rugged, wild-eyed Texan named Rex leans against a rusting bumper car, a cheap cigar smoldering between his lips. His worn-out denim jacket is dusted with the grime of endless travel, and his fingers are stained from years of working the carnival circuit. Behind him, the glow of the fairground flickers against the dark sky, casting eerie shadows as he gets wind of the legend—the big brown beaver. Curiosity sparks in his eyes, and with a cocky grin, he saunters off into the unknown. But the beaver is no ordinary creature; its sharp instincts and even sharper reflexes turn the tables in an instant. In a flash, Rex finds himself caught—his face twisted in shock as the beaver clamps down with an iron grip.