"The Otter's Gift"
Long ago, in a village by the river, the people were losing their laughter. The winters had grown harsh, and the warmth of joy had faded like the sun behind the clouds.
One morning, an otter appeared at the water's edge, dancing and sliding along the icy banks. The children giggled for the first time in moons. Elders gathered and watched, their hearts softening with each playful splash.
The otter spoke in dreams that night:
"I am here to remind you that joy is not lost—it only hides when forgotten. Laugh, play, love—these are not luxuries; they are your strength."
From that day forward, the people honored the Otter as a spirit of light-hearted resilience. In times of struggle, they remembered:
Even in coldest winters, joy is a fire you must feed.
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