A furry  sloth climbed slowly,  unaware that it was the last of his kind, the rare four-toed sloth, and unaware there were two teams driving towards it: One wishing to save him, the other  kill him.

The first team swarmed out with guns and chainsaws, music to their ears.  Before they could cut down the tree, the second vehicle launched a bombardment of energy bolts that destroyed the car and left most of the people sprawling unconscious. As they raced up the tree, the last hunter took aim at the conservationists but the sloth punched him and he fell.

Safe.