Otter slaps his chest with a sharp rock.
CLACK! CLACK! CLACK!
Oh my god my god this animal knows how to suicide.
Then as the animal rotates its midway float in the water, I see with a better angle.
There in the middle of its shiny flat chest, lay a half broken shell.
CLACK.
The pink shell burst open with a fresh mist of death. Otter claws at it hungrily.
Otter likes his meat fresh.
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