The otter rose from the sea. Water dropped onto the pavement as a shower of sea water from Seattle harbor gave a downpour to the denizens of the city by the coast. That portion of the city grew silent as the otter clambered fully into the streets. Webbed hands plowed into the pavement. Parked cars were flattened effortlessly as the otter began to stand up. With a happy squeak roaring across the city, the otter started stepping further inland to the future dismay of those that looked up in astonishment. 

“Hey! Do you have any feesh?”

He couldn’t hear the response as the people started fleeing. The gigantic otter tilted his head in confusion. Why would they run away? He was but a playful little otter. Maybe it was because he was so big to them? The gigantic otter shook himself off again spraying water everywhere and took a couple more steps into the city. One foot filled up an entire street so he made sure to be careful. But soon he realized maybe he just couldn’t hear their answer. He had to get down to their level. 

Being as careful as he could the otter got on his hands and knees. The road crumbled beneath his weight, and houses were soon crushed between his knees. His thick rudder flopped out behind, creating a trail that lead straight to the accidental rampaging otter. With a few big sniffs and happy nose boops the otter asked his question again. He sniffed the air to try and find where the littles were keeping his treats. With another squeaky roar he dragged his knees forward; everything within its path was flattened or plowed. Nothing could withstand his careless power.

After a couple moments he realized that the fleeing tinies were not going to answer his question. So he stood up. Perhaps he needed to find someone his own size to help him. A few more steps and he soon saw another otter as big as he was. He squeaked in delight, moving hastily toward the otter. He didn’t realize just how much destruction he was causing under his massive webbed feet. Buildings, debris, cars, people, all were carelessly kicked away from the otter’s path.

He happily greeted the otter with a hug only for the otter to disappear. The glass of the skyscraper cracked and shattered, falling to the ground. The support beams crumpled in on themselves as the building tumbled. The only part that seemed reasonably untouched was the part that the otter held up next to him. With a squeak of surprise the otter let it go. It had only been his reflection. The otter was a bit disappointed, but at least he got a hug in! Maybe there was something else around the city that may help him? Maybe that round tower had the food stored up there for him? He had to investigate it. 

He made his way casually towards the tower. Again the city never stood a chance against such a carefree otter. His webbed paws stepped into the streets. The ground crumbled and sank under the tons of otter above. The people below were powerless against such a casual walk. Billions of dollars of damages were happening all around. The otter took a wrong step and soon the towering titan of mustelid fell down with a massive thud. Debris, cars, people and anything else that was near the massive body of otter was flung from the shockwave of air and sound that happened as the otter hit the ground.

Everything under the otter was flattened. The otter chuckled playfully as realized how much of a klutz he was. That’s what he got for coming out of the ocean. He was part river and part ocean otter, so he wasn’t as graceful on the ground as some of those other river otters. Just as he was starting to pick himself up, the otter smelled something. Was this what he was looking for this entire time? With a few quick crawls, the otter dragged himself over much of the ground until he was looming over a short supermarket. With a prod the otter peeled the ceiling off like it was foil. 

Lo and behold, FISH! All laying organized for him by type. Seafood for the big otter, all for him. With a few scoops he ate what he could before belching a bit. It wasn’t enough for him, but it was enough to tide him over before he went and found more food. Maybe there was more throughout the city just like this place? He had to venture fourth and find more fish!

A tiny person started to yell at him. It was tough hearing him; little creatures were so tough to hear sometimes. The otter had a realization. This little guy was angry that he had stolen all his feesh. If another otter had taken his feesh, he would probably be angry too. Maybe he could make it up to the little guy. It must be hard to find all the food that he needed, poor little guy probably had some trouble being so tiny. With that the otter stood up and started walking toward the ocean. His tail had, unbeknownst to the otter, wiped out the supermarket with a single swish.

The otter stepped close to the end of the road where the water met the city and jumped into the ocean. He would need to wade out further before the water was deep enough for him to fully hunt for the little city, but he would do this as repayment. The resulting wave splashed into the city, bringing back to the ocean debris, people, and cars after the otter. With a little wiggle the otter was swimming and hunting for clams.

Untold time passed between the departure of the otter and his return. People had started cleaning the city, rescuing survivors, evacuating people. When the otter returned the people immediately knew that they needed to leave. The otter on the other hand held all of the clams he could get up onto the city. Perhaps that big tower with a dish on top would be a good place to set these? That way the whole city could get as much of his payment as possible! 

The otter could clearly see his past marks on the city as he followed the path he had set for himself previously. It was much easier than the first time. No more things getting stuck under paw, he could easily waddle his way to the tower dish. There were less people this time; they must have been getting their own food. That’s what he would have done. Poor little guys probably didn’t know how to get food themselves. He would help them out! 

The otter made it to the space needle and saw it spinning. Not only was it a nice dish, but it also spun! That seemed so fun! The otter dropped the tons of clams he had collected from the sea floor letting them fall onto the ground below. Alon tapped on the needle as it slowly spun. The tap tore into the spinning compartment. Soon the tower was no more as the otter poked and prodded at the tower for fun. This was the most fun the otter had in years! Alon really did need to come on land more often. Today was the best day he had ever had.

All that hunting made him hungry again, but now he had nothing to show for it. Perhaps he needed to go find more food. Hunting in the little city was tough; it was tough to find food when they covered it all in their homes. The sea was way better. The feesh didn’t hide there. Even though today had been so fun, it was now time to venture back home. The otter casually strode back to the coast giving a look back at his playground. 

He saw the mess he had created, as well as the few spots where he dragged himself. He didn’t realize that his tail made the paths so smooth. Everywhere he looked the people were out and about. It seemed like they were having as much fun as he was. He decided then and there that he had to have this much fun again. Maybe there were other places that he should visit? 

“Don’t worry guys! I had fun too! I will see you next time. I’m gonna make this a weekly thing!” the otter squeaked back down before entering the water again. 

The otter waved into the water, greeting the ships and boats that swam into the port. He couldn’t help but hug one. He was having the happiest time of his life and he needed everyone to know about it. The ship was pressed between the otter’s arm and his fluffy chest before the otter released it. The newly bent ship wasn’t watertight and soon sank as the otter squeaked happily into the sunset. This would not be the last time an otter sighting would be found. More coastal cities would soon find the otter having fun within their boundaries.