The Awful Otter

While swimming the area, Sneak beckoned her children to come out and join her.

“Eww, what’s that smell?” moaned West.

“Smell that my dears, that’s the smell of our most deadly predator” whispered their mother.

“Well, well our most deadly predator needs a wash” laughed Champer.

As the family of weasels explored their enemies watched and planned their next attach.

A few days later Hunter, Chomper and West went looking for food.

The reeds rustled, the noise edged loser, they froze, Mistress Sneak raced protectively towards them, gathered them together, forcing them inside.

“Don’t you dare, ever do that again without me!” she cried.

“Oh Mother” cried Hunter. “May we go out?” he begged. “Ok” their mother replied.

So they set off on an adventure they wouldn’t forget.

Their mother insisted they stayed in their area but all of a sudden, there it was again, the reeds rustling. A brown tail emerged from the bank. Wasting no time Mistress Sneak bit the tail, unaware that it was an otter’s tail. The otter screamed and scratched Mistress Sneak’s arm. She fell back and the awful otter sank his teeth into her. Lying on the floor, gazing at her babies, she felt her power draining away.

Shocked by the moment, Hunter and his siblings went back home sad and miserable.

Later that night the young children decided they would find a nest somewhere, somewhere they could call home. Hunter Chomer and West woke to the smell of fresh salty water. The young children walked cautiously towards the edge of the nest, knowing they would not have their mother’s protection. Alone in the big world they set off across the river. As the young started their quest to find a safer home, away, far away from the otter, the otter lived down tide so the only way would be to swim against the tide. Then they found themselves climbing up the bank.

“can you feel that? It is like someone’s watching us, “ slowly said Hunter.

West turned and saw the devil’s eyes that had killed his mother.

“Run!” yelled West.

So they all fled towards an unknown species with razor sharp teeth. They made a narrow escape then they stopped, looked back breathlessly, there it was, the otter lying on the floor dead. The pike had got it. At least they were safe from the otter but there was still a pike in the area.

A few days later they found a patch of unknown territory and made it their own, but the young pups still had a lot to learn. Who knows what danger lay ahead for the young weasels to face next time?