Mollie (with an ‘ie’) and Oscar sure are cute, but one of them (really, I can’t tell them apart) is giving us the Ferris Bueller “mug for the camera” look…  “You think I am good a being an Otter?  Well, I ‘ve never had one lesson…”  But let’s take a minute and call out the various “locales” in this story line:  there’s the “river/ stream of death” made that way by none other than Frankie (also with an ‘ie’) the Henchman, there’s Lost Forest Proper, with Rusty Fretting and home-bound, Cherry not realizing that she has sentenced the poor Otters to a watery grave and a date with the skinning knife, and Big Mike’s “lodge” and hunting grounds which of course have been hunted to near extinction.  Of course that’s where Mark is, not near any of the real danger, just there pretending to be someone he’s not (but who, really, since his idea of a disguise is to put on a different colored jacket…)

But let us get back to the notion that there “aren’t any deer” at Big Mike’s…  Really, I mean they breed and multiply like so many rats or rabbits, cause untold amount of damage every year to property, and yet, there is a place where they simply cease to exist?  Huh.  Something else is afoot here,  that much I can tell you!

I can’t decide where I want this story to turn!  Who’s side am I on?  The brain freezes!