I had a beard, but never such long whiskers at attention from right under my nose. They have made me have one more sense, now six in all, as I slip between three elements. I slip and slide through air, earth and water, just as I glissade from reed glade to river current. Fire I do not need, as my fish are just fine cold from the water. The freshest sushi I’ve ever had, my sharp teeth and claws the only chopsticks I need. No worries, no hurries in the sun glistening waters or the shores’ shimmering shade. We play all day with cascade into wave or the tossing of pebbles from nose to nose or the twist of slim bodies in aqua dance. We wave with our webbed hands, no split five fingers.The idea of stress is long forgotten until that slip from furred otter back into human skin, so uncomfortable and tight held upright in the air, only feet touching the ground—-no belly caress on soft mud or wave. A beard is nice, but long whiskers much better!