As sun rose, a lion woke up, a painful headache flooding his mind. The last thing he could remember was talking to a cute otter boy, and a drink offered from the otter.

"Oh god," thought the lion "I hope he didn't roofie me."

The lion could not tell where he was. It looked like a hilly field, but the ground was soft and light blue. The lion ran his fingers throught the ground, feeling around for anything familiar. He wanted to find something, anything that could tell him where he was. He hoped he was in a nice place.

As the lion searched about the field, he failed to notice a shadow at first until it was completely covering him. The shadow spoke in a deafening voice that brought the lion to his knees.

"Well well well," boomed the voice "it seems the big, strong lion is helpless."

After looking up for a few moments, the lion recognized this shadow as the otter from last night. Except the otter was much bigger this time. Much bigger than the chest high he was last night. This time, he seemed to not only tower over the lion, but the world itself. Seeing as the lion was used to being the tall guy his entire life, the lion was in complete shock as he was small enough to be held in the otters palm. The lion learned that when the otter's hand darted for him. The lion simply sat on the otter's palm, as the face of this giant enveloped his entire view.

"I must say," the otter said "I've made a lot of tinies, but I've never made one small enough to actually sit in my palm. I must've given you too large a dose in your drink. I'll note that for next time."

As the otter walked, he kept his hand closed, but at level with his head.The lion heard something being scribbled while inside his soft prison. He heard some mutterings from the otter, then the sound of something being opened. The otter suddenly opened his hand and dumped the lion into a tall glass.

"Now you stay here, while I grab something," the otter chuckled "not that you have much of a choice."

The otter walked across the room, only to grab a small object. To the lion, the glass was slightly blurry. He could hear the otter writing something.

"Okayyyy," said the otter "I'm readyyyy!"

The otter walked over to the glass, and screwed on a lid. The lion saw some holes poked in the top of it, letting him keep his air. After the otter placed a sticker on the glass, the otter picked it up.

After what seemed to be hours, the otter put the glass down on a table that had a mirror. The lion stared at the mirror, trytin to read what the sticker said. The words it spoke, terrified him.

One inch lion! $5 or best offer possible

The otter giggled, as a fox sat down with a small wad of money in hand.