Sun Mote Copse who’s afraid of little old me?

Although Otter understood what Towhee told her, the temptation to do the opposite was all-consuming. She swung her head to look down and study the anthill, marveling at all the tiny critters that scurried on and around the mound. She squirmed in her seat, bit her lip as she watched, and quickly lost the battle against herself; it was too much for her to simply ignore what she'd been told not to do.

With a bark, she scrambled onto all fours, reared, and smashed her paws down next to the anthill, killing a few ants.