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Success! Beorn hauled the little fish out of the water. Its flopping was distressing so with a panicked squeal he fell on it and did his best to kill it quickly. It was icky, sad work but it needed to be done. After the fish was dead he breathed a sigh of relief. That was the worst part. But now he could celebrate! He had a fish!

Beorn looked down at it proudly. He couldn't wait to show Pop! Oh, and dad. The hooks belonged to him anyway. They'd both be so proud. The little fish wasn't exactly dinner material, but it was something! A light snack, maybe. Anyway, whatever it was, he was super proud of it.

A squeaking off to the side pulled Beorn's attention away from the fish. The creature peeping up at him was short, brown and fluffy, and had the biggest, saddest puppy eyes Beorn had ever seen. "Oh hello there!" It snuffed at the air, its attention on the fish, and Beorn's heart went out to it. "I'm sorry, I can't share, I have to show my Pop- hey!" In talking to the one otter Beorn had motioned to the fish at just the right moment - just in time to catch two other otters stealing it. One held the little prize in its jaws while the other finished chewing through the line. "Give it back, I need it!"


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