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In a cave beneath the mountain's breath, A red-haired otter drinks to death. His fur a flame against the stone, He stumbles, laughing, all alone. A flask of amber, sweet and bold, He tips it high, his paws take hold. Liquor spills down his whiskered chin, A drunken grin, a spiraling spin. The cave's dark walls begin to hum, As the otter’s antics softly drum. A bear, in silence, watches near, Amused by the otter's drunken cheer. The otter falls in a joyful heap, The bear just watches, calm and deep. In shadows thick, the bond is clear— A drunken dance with none to fear.