After what seemed an eternity, the little otter finally
resurfaced. He'd brought a big abalone from the depths
of the sea, and was proceeding happily to crack it open
with a rock. While he was floating on his back, hard at
work with the rock and abalone on his chest, a big
seagull swooped down and stole a piece of the prize.
I was incensed. After all, the otter had done all the
work. Why should the seagull get any of the reward?
Well, the otter didn't seem the least bit fazed.
Sure, you could say he had no choice. But he did not
even slack off in his activities, let alone show any
resistance or anger.
Maybe he is more used to sharing easily than I sometimes