Lake Pan

Now fully grown, the big fish, twelve hundred pounds and thirteen feet long, was homing in on a faint flutter. Something, was in distress near the shore line. The big fish, couldn't tell what it was, or how big it was. To the creature, the struggling vibrations, usually meant food. And, it was hungry. As it moved in closer, the vibrations sent a clearer signal that food was nearby. It could taste fish blood in the water column, as it passed through it. It speeded up. Now, it could see the source of the tantalizing blood and vibrations. The hapless otter, was silhouetted on the water's surface. One mighty surge, of its crescent shaped tail, and it was on the unsuspecting victim. Its teeth lined jaws engulfing all. Then it was gone. As quickly and quietly as it come, sliding back, into the depths of the lake. Only the widening rings on the lake's surface, gave testimony to the horror that was to come.