I am not getting any reviews, but that is okay. I have to recommend Alien Emerald because her work is s very touching and well written. Anywho…
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Harry was deprived sleep on a faithful night in October, when the otter was hit by a pickup truck. Harry was the first to hear the loud squeak. He woke Ginny, and the two of them rushed outside to see what kind of trouble the otter got himself into this time. When Harry saw the otter flat on the truck's front, he burst out in tears. Each memory of the otter and him spilled out onto his pale cheeks. They gently slid to the ground and formed a pool of sadness.
Ginny shrugged and went to go make herself some coffee.
The driver tried to apologize but Harry wouldn't accept it. The otter was the only thing in the world that ever mattered to him, and watching the otter squeak it few last breathes of life on the hood of a pickup was not going to happen.
Harry grabbed the otter, walked five blocks down to the vet, burst in, and screamed at the receptionist for emergency medical help.
Unfortunately, the receptionist did not know how to speak English.
Instead, Harry bounded inside the surgery room and seized a woman who looked like the vet.
The woman, in spite of being startled by Harry, fixed up the otter in no time. She charged a couple hundred dollars which made Harry to have to dig out his Visa from his fanny pack.
The otter and Harry went to Baskin Robins to celebrate the amazing save.
It turns out otter were not allowed, so while Harry was going to the bathroom the otter had been kicked out.
Harry used some colorful language on the manger
Unfortunately, that guy did not know English either.
Harry was starting to wonder if he was in Mexico.
When he got home Ginny was playing the x-box with her old lady friends.
"Harry, I am so sorry that your otter was ran over." screeched an old lady with a huge mole on her head and fake eyebrows.
"Well, I went over to the vet and they fixed hem' up!" Harry sat down with his otter on a recliner.
Ginny yawned." I knew that ya' bastard would do just that. Hand me the Dorritos Dorris."
Harry went out of the room, the otter at his feet, and together they fell asleep, hopeful that whatever ever happened, they would always be friends.
