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"Spaghetti! Bolognese! Rigatoni!" you exclaim, while tilting your clasped hands in front of you, "Risotto, cannelloni!". The otter looks at you for a while, and you look straight back at him in the eyes, both with deadly serious faces. After about 10 seconds, the otter gives a slight chuckle, then you do the same. Then you both burst out laughing. Today, you have made a true friend.
You stay with the otters, and in time, you learn their language, and in doing so you realise how far off the mark you were in trying to speak Spanish earlier. Eventually they accept you as part of the tribe, you marry a nice otter, and have three children which neither science nor God should have allowed. You live happily ever after, until sixty years later, lying in your death bed, surrounded by all your loved ones, you say one last, touching goodbye to those who have been through so much with you. It hasn't always been easy, but it was truly a life well lived, and you know your spirit and name will live on in all those around you. You share a tender embrace with your youngest grandson and then an asteroid strikes the ground, destroying the entire tribe.