Rip's Stall

A long line formed in front of Rip's little drink stand. The little blue otter was sweating profusely, shaking the shaker with its tiny arms, its round belly wobbling with each movement. "Don't panic, I'm here!" With a splash, Pompo the capybara emerged from the river. Shaking off the water droplets, Pompo quickly put on a small apron and stood beside Rip with a gentle and reliable expression. Pompo skillfully scooped pearls, sealed cups, and handed out drinks, moving at an unhurried yet impressively efficient pace. The once chaotic drink stand instantly became orderly. As the sun set, a wooden "Sold Out Today" sign was hung in front of the wooden stall. The two sat side-by-side by the river, clinking their custom drinks. "Phew... Thanks to you today, Pompo!" Rip wiped his sweat, his eyes curving into crescent moons. "Making drinks with Rip is the most fun," Pompo said, taking a big sip of pearls, his eyes narrowing contentedly.