A red mist trickles across the otter's eyeballs; his nose scrunches up in a fearsome glower. He trundles to his feet, whiskers twitching, and looks around the forest clearing accusingly - but there is noone around to glare at. Eventually the otter crosses his arms, and begins pacing...looking angrier and angrier by the second.

He stops for a moment, rage welling, then draws his foot back, bringing it forwards quickly to kick the heads off of a clump of daisies. A curious squirrel skitters away as the flowers land near it.

The otter snorts, hackles raised, and stomps around the clearing. The echoes of his feet thumping into the ground reverberate throughout the forest, punctuated by short periods of ruffling as the otter stops to dig through random spots in the undergrowth, searching. As each attempt turns up nothing the otter's scowl becomes fiercer and fiercer.

As the otter's fury eventually reaches a crescendo, his frantic search redoubles in effort...ripping up the rich green turf, pulling up bushes and undergrowth. The otter's rampage is finally stopped when a strong oak proves too deeply rooted to be pulled out of the ground. The squirrel watches but continues to hide.

Snorting at the immovable tree, the otter delivers a mighty punch to the trunk, showering himself in leaves and acorns. He pauses, blinking, then stomps back into the centre of the clearing, a deep frown on his face.

He flops down to think for a little while, anger oozing back into his features as he slowly works himself back up into a fury, muscles tensing in his jaw as he grinds his teeth...almost foaming at the mouth in anger! He reaches out and takes a double pawful of grass, ripping it out and tossing it into the wind.

Finally, at a total loss, he jumps to his feet, and throws his arms up in the air, roaring ferociously!

"WHO STOLE MY FISH?!"