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The little Fox looked rather bored,
So Mom said, "Go and play!"
She didn't like him sitting there
And moping the whole day.

"If you use imagination
You'll find something to do.
Go create your own fun game,
Or build something brand new!"

Mom encouraged little Kit,
"Now you go outside."
So little Pup left their house
With a heavy sigh.

He looked around maybe to find
A fun activity.
He promised Mom he would use
His creativity.

He found some twigs and some leaves-
"I'll make a cool canoe!
I'll be the Captain of this boat
And its made up crew!"

He worked hard to build the craft,
And since he was the boss,
He made himself a Captain's hat
Out of bark and moss.

He launched his ship into water,
Was pleased that it did float.
He sailed toward land across the lake
In his little boat.

But right before he did land
Sharp rocks on the shore's bank
Made a hole in his canoe
And it quickly sank.

He climbed onto the sandy beach
With no trees and his bad luck-
Nothing to use to build again-
He found himself quite stuck.

The frightened Pup began to cry-
He was just a little Kit.
He did not know how to get home.
Tears wet sand where he did sit.

Hearing his sobs, Otters appeared,
Asking what was wrong?
When they heard, they grinned and said,
"Lucky we came along!"

"Do you know what groups of us are called?"
They happily asked the lad.
"We're called a 'raft', and that we'll be!"
Making the Fox glad!

They got to work, joining hands.
Seeing them, the young Fox laughed.
He realized with glee, just like they said,
They formed a little raft!

He climbed on board the Otters' craft
And they were on their way.
In no time flat they found themselves
On Pup's side of the bay!

He found his Mom was worried sick!
To find him gone gave her a scare.
She was so relieved when he returned
And thanked the Otters for their care.

She apologized to the group
For trouble they had caused.
Shaking her furry head at them,
Her cheeks held in her paws.

Mom said, "Mostly because I know
Of all creatures by this lake,
You all would be the last ones
To make this same mistake!"

The rescuers smiled and laughed,
Saying, "Don't be a fretter!
It's only because, as who we are,
We all Otter know better!"

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