Whotter needed a bath, so I told him the fountain at the square would work just fine for him. There are even fish in it...
That should be ideal, right? He could catch his own fish and puddle around in the meantime, becoming a clean little otter.
Of course that didn't work. Well the bathing part did, but Whotter is so being used to Stephanie feeding him and rummaging around in trashcans that he forgot how to catch fish himself.
So yeah, that's where mommy gets to work again. Well... given the recent slump in escorting at least I got the babyfood cheap this way!
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