Otter Creek paint me as a villian

Yes, this will do; this will do just fine, mused The Jester as he wandered along his path. Occasionally, he would lose focus and find himself chasing an empty trail, only to panic when he realized he could no longer smell the sweet stench of the border. Of course, such reckless behavior was to be expected of any carefree soul, and The Jester knew better than anyone to enjoy it while it lasted; there were two sides of the brute, and seeing one normally meant that the other wasn't far behind. 

As he drew around a corner, he caught the sound of a flowing stream and decided to investigate without much hesitation. It was only once he had been splashing and twisting in the stream that he noted the dreamlike femme posted at the side. Yes, this will do, he sang quietly, this will do just fine.