Snippet #1300452

"Yessah, a ghost fish. Watch your tail, sah." the dillusional small fish said to Okari, before swimming off to warn everyone else he could. Okari glanced at the trail of bubbles that the supersticious fish had left behind, wondering what exactly it was talking about. Ghost fish. Well, since he can't see ghosts, and ghosts can't do that much to him, why should he care? Unless he hadn't been keeping up on his folk lore, and ghosts were really demons that posses souls...nah, he was just scaring himself.

The otter returned to his buisness, which was spying for any humans that might be near by. Those blasted humans ruined everything, his recreational time included. When he affirmed that the coast was in fact clear, Okari swam the remaining stretch of shallow water until he reached the beachfront. From there, he trotted along the cool sand, coming to a rocky outcrop that was extended above the water. "Perfect." Okari said simply and with a grin. Laborously climbing atop the rocks, Okari found a thick patch of mud that had been left from a recent rain, which he planned to slide on, off the ledge, and into the water. It was a great idea, and had worked, though he landed akwardly in the water, giving him a tail that would be sore in the morning. Ah well, it was a fun plummet. Life has no rewards if we don't take risks!