Cliff the Giant River Otter

Cliff

the

Giant

OTTER

River

By Sofia Moscatelli
Canadian International School

This is my family, the Ottertons, and the other families: the Rivieras, and the Oysterlaces.

Oysterlaces

Ottertons

Meredith

Grandma

Sedna

Hector

Marlowe

Mom

Dad

Earwyn

Mom

Uncle

Lana

Middle Sister

Cliff

Coraline

Me

Cordelia

Twin

Ottertons

Rivieras

Barbeau

Grandpa

Otto

Dad

Adira

Dad

Mom

Clifford

Daryah

Marissa

Oldest Sister

Beryl

Athena

Oldest Sister

Cliff

Kairi

Youngest Sister

Ginevra

Middle Sister

Fisk

Middle Brother

Caspian

Youngest Brother

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Cliff's Family

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When you think of an otter, you usually think of the fluffy little otter who lies down on the water's surface, casually crashing a stone against their oyster. That, my dear friends is the classic sea otter. I, Cliff, am not an Eurasian otter. Nor am I a river otter, or the Asian small clawed otter. I live in the Amazon river. Use this website to try finding the Amazon river.

Click on this link to access the web page.
Click on different points to find out who lives there.

You may be wondering what otters you would see in Singapore, if they aren't giant river otters. Other than in the Singapore Zoo, you would only find the smooth coated and the small clawed otters.

So if you see an otter while walking around Singapore, don't automatically assume it is the giant river otter. That would be a big mistake. Anysqueak, turn the page of this carefully written book by me to find out what happened just last week...

Click on this link to access the web page.
Click on different points to find out who lives there.

Click on the location markers and find the Amazon to see which furry little otter calls the Amazon home.

I am Cliff, the giant river otter. If you are having troubles finding my home sweet home, I live right here:

So if you see an otter while walking around Singapore, don't automatically assume it is the giant river otter. That would be a big mistake. Anysqueak, turn the page of this carefully written book by me to find out what happened just last week...

It was a nice sunny day, the sky clear blue, clouds hanging over my snout, creating shade... I was relaxing on a rock, my whole clan chilling after a long day of catching fish. Tomorrow was going to be Caspian, Coraline, and Cordelia's first swim. Caspian is Fisk's, my best friend's, brother, and Coraline and Cordelia were twins. Tomorrow, the new pups could learn what it is like to be able to swim, catch fish, learn to be like the older kids... My thoughts were interrupted. I opened my eyes to find my twin sister, Kairi, looming over my face.
"What do you want?" I grunted. I was not up for anything requiring physical exhaustion.
"Tag? Can we play tag?" she hopefully asked.
I raised an eyebrow, or, where I suppose I would have eyebrows.
"I guess...you're it!" I slid down the rock, catapulting myself in the water.
I paused, looking around for Kairi...
I heard a splash in the water near me, so I dived deeper into the water, paddling as fast

as I could, my ears and nostrils closed, the water moving along my water resistant fur. Yup, that's right. My ears and nostrils close in water, and I have water resistant fur. Now that I'm talking about weird giant otter facts, I am also related to weasels. How an aquatic creature can be related to a weasel, I have no idea. Then again, Mother Nature has made some pretty questionable choices... I was off guard and in no time my sister had caught up to me and smacked her clawed paw on my shoulder. She caught me by surprise, so I used my paws as a paddle to turn away. Of course, my sister found humour in that and rose to the water. I followed after her.
"Tag! You're it!"
I rushed after her, and after spending the rest of the day playing, it was soon time for bed. Barbeau, my 12 year old grandpa was already asleep, but then again, he was either eating his regular 4 kilos a day, eyeing the playful otters, or engaging in his favourite activity, sleeping.

"Where were you?" my mom, Marlowe, was eyeing me.
"Playing tag?" I tried, "You know how Kairi is."
"Yeah," she sighed, "You otter pups are so playful. Then again, most adults are very playful. Now go to bed. Tomorrow is a big day. For the pups, at least."
"Good night mom."
"Now, where is Kairi?"
I shrugged.
She chuckled and then slunk away.
I looked up at the moon, and slowly crawled under the space I burrowed under my tree stump. I quickly fell asleep...

I woke up the next morning, hearing all the otters around me chattering. 18 otters talking at the same time is not the most pleasant