Mrs. Lovette, the Otter, was a very normal sort of otter. She wasn't quite sure how she got that name, but there it was, and there it would be. She would wake up in the mornings and go to the riverbed and get some breakfast. After all, it was morning and one must eat breakfast in the morning, right? Her neighbors were often down there as well, such as Mr. Beefkins the Muskrat and Oorag the swallow. It was a quiet river, more of a stream, really, often filled to the brim with otters in the afternoon.
Unknown "Mrs. Lovette" Cheeky - 16 years, 10 months, 1 day ago