Splish splash, splish splash.
The black tail swept through the barnyard grass.
Wulong weaved through the grass along the riverbank, head lowered sniffing about, suddenly stopped, pricked up its ears, and stared intently at the water surface.
Half of an eel's head protruded from its burrow, breathing above water.
Wulong's head inched closer, its shadow blocking out the daylight, the eel sensed something amiss and tried to retract.
Splish splash!
Wulong lunged forward, clamped its jaws around the eel's head, lifted its head to drag it out of the burrow, and furiously tore and shook it.
Water splattered in all directions.
Droplets of fishy blood scattered onto the ground.
Drip drop.
The decapitated eel writhed ceaselessly as little otters rushed forward to compete, grasped the eel's body, and skillfully tore it open, extracting the spine to chew and share the meat as if it were tough beef tendons.
A good pound-and-a-half eel disappeared in the blink of an eye.
