In front of a village on Vancouver island lay a beautiful sandy beach. The Chief’s daughter always loved to go out to the edge of the beach, dip her feet in the water and watch the otters play in the glowing sunset. Hearing the splashing in the distance was like an invitation to join them, but because it was winter the past while the sun had been setting sooner and it was becoming colder.

But still the otters would play. However, on one of these evenings she didn’t hear any splashing night she couldn't hear any splashing. She went out to see what was going. She quickly hurried outside.