They are the oldest living creatures in Woodzley. In truth, these Pooters have lived within this realm before the first tree ever grew root on its arable land. An almost silent herd rarely seen by the other inhabitants who walk among them from above. They dwell deep in a pond that's old as Woodzley itself. Far from the noise that echoes throughout these parts of everyday life. In a rare event, just once a year, they gather at the shallow end of their Pooty Pond. With their poot dispensers held high, they let out a blast of greenish mist. This mist not only gives their pond its green waters, but is use to hide themselves and their eggs from prying eyes. There is nothing toxic about their blast, but it does give off a very distinct (or foul) scent, that you can smell from the other side of Woodzley. Soon after their is a complete calm within their waters, not even a small wave to be found. It is at this time, they can become very aggressive towards anyone who breaks the calmness of their Pooty Pond. The slightest ripple from the legs of a fly can be felt by their sensitive and acute poot dispensers. Enter a certain ferret who likes to skip rocks across the water...and you have a story just waiting to be told.