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much grumpier than the day before. Even Mama Brown and Mama Black had lost the will to invent new dishes and simply sculpted the riverweed into fish-shaped blobs for breakfast.
    To take their minds off their own rumbling bellies, Woody and Sooty made a secret game out of watching all the members of their families to see who would crack first. They both expected Grandpa Jack or Grandpa Bruno to be the first, seeing as they were pretty crabby to begin with and had spent the whole week moaning. Or Nutmeg, who had taken to wearing a clamshell on her nose because a side effect of only eating riverweed was gassiness. All the otters had been farting non-stop, including Nutmeg herself!
    Coco and Berry were pretty fed up too when they ran out of fish oil and their fur began to frizz. They looked like a pair of over-pampered poodles. But, as it turned out, the one who eventually snapped was the least vocal otter of them all.
    â€œI CAN’T TAKE IT ANY MORE!” shrieked Beanie, startling everyone with her sudden outburst. As the otter who loved food the most, she was the one who had been the most miserable, but she spoke for all of the otters when she sobbed, “I MISS MY FISHY FOOO-OOO-OOD!” at the top of her voice.

    â€œThat’s it!” said Papa Brown, standing up heroically and casting aside the soggy remains of his fish-shaped riverweed blob. “I’m going out fishing for crayfish. I may be some time!”
    This would normally have been the point where the otters lifted their spirits and cheered, “Hooray!” but they simply frowned at each other and then looked at Papa Brown strangely.
    â€œThere are no crayfish, dear,” said Mama Brown, standing up and patting her husband’s head, wondering if the riverweed had finally addled his brain. “The fishes have all gone away, remember?”
    â€œThere are none in
this
part of the river,” sighed Papa Brown, “but there’s a stream a short way west of here where I can lay my paws on all the crayfish we can eat.”
    â€œThe Wild West!” gasped Mama Brown, swooning at the thought.
    â€œIt’s not as bad as all that,” replied Papa Brown.
    â€œAnywhere away from the safety of the river is too dangerous!” said Mama Black, fanning her friend. “The Wild West is mostly forest, and we all know otters can’t always make a fast getaway on land.”
    â€œWe’ve been there before,” said Papa Black, standing alongside his hunting partner. “If we’re cautious and watchful it will be perfectly safe. We’ll be back before you know it with a huge crayfish feast!”
    Mama Brown looked at the other otters and sighed. Beanie was wiping her tears away and had already started drooling at the mention of crayfish. The rest of the black and brown otters were all gazing at Mama Brown hopefully.
    â€œWell, if you’re sure it’s safe,” she relented, giving Papa Brown a big hug – and taking the opportunity to whisper a word of warning. “But if you get eaten by a bear, I will never speak to you again!”
    â€œCan I come?” asked Woody, jumping up and down excitedly.
    â€œMe too!” said Sooty.
    â€œNot this time, my darlings,” said Grandma Maple, patting the young pups’ heads. “Your dads will need their wits about them in the forest, and I’m going to need an extra pair of volunteers to prepare for the feast.”
    â€œAwww,” sighed Woody and Sooty, who knew when they were being given the brush-off.
    â€œWe need to go alone the first time, to make sure there’s no danger,” said Papa Brown. “But once we know our way around the forest, there’s no reason why we shouldn’t take you on the next outing. It’s almost time for us to start teaching you to forage for yourselves.”
    â€œHooray!” cheered Woody and Sooty together.
    Fortunately, Papa Brown and Papa Black returned from the Wild