Little Otter lay on her back.
The water lifted her.
Up a little.
Down a little.
Mama Otter floated beside her in the kelp.
‘Will my bed move?’ asked Little Otter.
‘A little,’ Mama said.
Little Otter touched Mama’s paw.
Up a little.
Down a little.
A gull passed overhead. A cloud followed slowly.
Little Otter folded her paws on her tummy.
Her floating bed rocked.
Soft strands of kelp kept them from drifting apart.
Mama was close.
Little Otter closed her eyes.




