The Empathetic Otter

Once there was an empathetic otter who took matters into his own paws. Little fish often mattered to the empathetic otter. They mattered to him because he liked to eat them with his mouth. His mouth was very big. He did not like to eat the little fish by choice. He was just born so close to the river that he had little choice. Sometimes he chose to look into the river. He would steady his paws on the river rocks, then he would dip his head into the river water in order to look inside. The empathetic otter never saw his own reflection reflected in the river. The empathetic otter was not interested in surface areas. It seemed that no matter how reflective, or drinkable a surface was, his only passion was to grab little fish with his paws. This excited him to no end. The empathetic otter often grabbed the little fish with both of his excited paws. This move often left the otter without a steady paw to lean on, so he often ended up all the way in the river. When he got up out of the river, the empathetic otter would smack his little fish against the rock. He never looked back, even though he knew that behind him the river was reflecting his ass beautifully. The empathetic otter had a beautiful ass. His ass was especially beautiful when glistening wet & twitching with culinary excitement.