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 feel.