One of the winning entries from the Platypus Day flash fiction contest.
The platypus was confused about the signals he got from the otter. She hadn’t glanced his way in days. But last night, she stopped by his nest to drop a dead salmon at the entrance. The third time this week she’d done something like this. Two nights back, it was the remains of a half eaten pike. How she managed to outwrestle the pike, the platypus did not know. What he knew was she meant business. He dare not confront her. Not while the beaver was around. But tonight, he vowed to take his shot – right under the beaver’s nose.