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Aoede jumped in to save the day; successfully sneaking up on the fish-holding otter and startling the fish out of its mouth. A frantic Beorn fell on the still flopping fish only to have it squeak out of his paws and into the jaws of the line-chewing otter, who turned and began to take bounding, weasel-y leaps away. "No, no, no!" Beorn cried as he started after it only to nearly leap out of his skin as the decoy otter grabbed him by the tail. He yelped and spun fast enough to catch the decoy otter off guard. Before the little thief could let go he was yanked off his feet and slung halfway around Beorn. Beorn, more or less chasing his tail now, found himself face to butt with a flat-footed otter. He didn't want to hurt it but fair was fair so he grabbed it by the tail and drug it backwards.

The otter with the fish was right there but getting away, and in Beorn's little brain the loss of the fish was worse than getting chewed to pieces by the otter at his paws. So in a panic he clamored over the otter he was grappling and leaped for the one with the fish. "Ao he has the fish!" The same scenario played out again almost blow for blow as the once decoy, now trampled-upon, otter grabbed Beorn by the tail to stop him from chasing the fish-carrying otter. Beorn, startled again, slung the beast around, grabbed him by the tail, and then stumbled over him in pursuit of the fish. "We can't let him get away!"

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