Other Times

In the otherworld,the others are always otherwise.&,no matter what you say,no matter what you do,the others will do it the other way around,just to prove themselves & honour the code.
The other fascinating thing about them,is  a vapour,or fine smoke that seems to follow them around & keep them in an otherwise protective cocoon.
Oters are furry animals who live nearby rivers & loves to chew on trees,but the others are not at all like that.Others would of course say they where otherwise,& that they infact preferred to live with a good distance from the raging rivers,& when it came to chewing,they held up an otherwise greenish vegetable wich resembled a cucumber,but did a poor job in so doing.
It appeared more like an elongated apple or a pear perhaps.
The others applauded it,stood up from their seets and hailed the little veggie as their saviour.

Sometimes, the others would remark upon,& refer to another otherworld,that sometimes overlapped their imprinted sense of otherness,& puzzled with their senses,like a child,& on occasion squeezing bits & pieces into places, where they didn`t belong.
Other times,they would sit quietly,with both knees tucked tightly under their chins,wearing oblong hats that entirely covered their otherwise moribund heads.