When I was dubbin once I saw a great battle down on the beach. I watched it from a high cliff. It was between a seaweasel named blackpatch the slayer and his horde vs a wierd otter who was huge he scared me. I had a long bow. Black patch was a family friend. The battle was gory then all of a sudden the otter was about to kill blackpatch. I fired an arrow it hit the otter in his chest and killed him blackoatch looked up and saw me he winked and continued battling. The vermin won I cheered! All of a sudden a squrrel climbed up and rolled over the top of the cliff in front of me. He tryed to stab me with a dirk. But i avoided the shot and kicked him off the cliff and laughed.