This Otter Can't Be Saved! Freely Picking His Nose in Front of a Field of Wildflowers

By the spring stream, the sunlight was as soft as if it had a ten-layer filter applied. The banks were covered in rainbow-colored flowers, and a mystical fragrance filled the air. Amidst this fairy-tale scenery sat a little blue otter named Lip on his 'moss throne,' performing his daily most solemn and sacred ritual. That's right, according to the latest intel, Lip wasn't shyly covering his mouth, nor was he savoring yesterday's grilled fish—he was intently digging for boogers. Lip, with his plump, soft belly sticking out, dug fiercely at his black nose with his two furry paws. His eyes were squinted shut. Due to the excessive force, his cheeks turned bright red, his little mouth slightly agape, and drool uncontrollably hung from his chin, glistening in the sun. "Hnnngh... where is it? I can feel it trying to come out..." Lip thought furiously to himself. As a sophisticated forest idol, he wanted to maintain his cool and cute perfect image, but today, this 'stubborn little thing' was giving him trouble. He dug left, he dug right, even using the auxiliary action of curling his toes intensely, as if performing a high-difficulty micro-sculpting surgery. Suddenly, Lip's eyes snapped wide open. "It's out! My unparalleled treasure!" Lip was so excited that drool streamed down his face. Just as he was about to solemnly withdraw his paw and carefully examine the 'fruits of his half-hour labor,' he caught a glimpse of his own contorted expression reflected in the water's surface. He froze instantly, realizing— Lulu: Eww! Lip, you... you... I didn't see anything!