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ugly face around these parts again.”
    â€œWell, if it isn’t my old boxing partner, Bruno Brown,” scoffed the black otter. “Knocking you out once obviously wasn’t enough if you’re coming back for more.”
    â€œYou wouldn’t have beaten me the first time if you’d fought fair,” growled Grandpa Brown. “It should have been me that won the championship and you know it.”
    â€œStill crying foul, I see,” snorted Grandpa Black.
    â€œStill cheating honest folk out of what’s rightfully theirs, I see,” growled Bruno.
    The two otters went nose to nose, snorting through their nostrils, grey whiskers bristling together.

    â€œEnough!” yelled Grandma Maple, nudging forward and grasping Grandpa Bruno’s paw. She tugged with all her strength until she managed to drag her fuming husband away from his black-furred rival. “I’ve lived through this silly rivalry once, and I’m not about to do it again,” she mumbled, leading Grandpa Brown to the exit.
    â€œHuh?” said everyone else.

randpa was a boxer?” asked Woody Brown, scratching his head as his family followed the old otters outside to find them standing on the riverbank. They might as well have said Grandpa was a ballet dancer for all the sense it made because all he ever did was sleep and moan.
    â€œSome things are best left in the past,” said Grandma Maple, sitting on a log and fanning her face. The old otter seemed more troubled than her husband at the unexpected arrival. “Your grandpa doesn’t like to talk about it, so we should respect his—”
    â€œI was not just a boxer, young Woody,” sighed Grandpa, sitting down next to his wife and holding her paw, his eyes glazing over as he recalled his glory days. “I was a super heavyweight champion, four years undefeated! ‘Bruising Bruno Brown’ they called me.”
    â€œAnd Big Bad Jack was your arch-enemy?” asked Woody.
    â€œNo,” Grandpa said sadly as the mists of time descended and all of his memories came flooding back. “‘ Jumping Jack Black’, as they called him back then, was my best friend in the whole wide world…”
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    After a long, lazy day of chasing fish and skimming stones, young Bruno Brown and Jack Black basked on the riverbank, talking excitedly about the start of the new boxing season. They were not only the very best of friends, having grown up together on opposite banks of the same river, they were also otter boxing champions in their own weight classes. Bruising Bruno Brown was the reigning super heavyweight, and Jumping Jack Black was the reigning heavyweight, a class below his friend. They had climbed the ranks of the Otter Boxing Federation together from pups. They trained and sparred together along the riverbanks and supported each other in pursuit of their sporting dreams. The two young otters were destined for stardom.
    â€œI can’t wait to get back in the ring,” said Bruno. “It has been a brilliant summer, but I’m itching to start competing again. If I manage to defend my title, I’ll be the first otter to win the super heavyweight tournament five years in a row.”
    â€œYou’ll wipe the floor with all of them,” laughed Jack. “There’s not another otter along the whole river who’s as fast on his paws as you. Except me, of course.”

    â€œTrue,” laughed Bruno. “It’s a good job we’ll never have to fight each other. We’re so well matched in speed and strength, I can’t even guess who would win!”
    â€œWell, luckily we’ll never have to find out,” said Jack, hurling another large fish in his mouth and rubbing his big, full belly. “What with us being in different weight classes and me being so much lighter,” he added, and burped like a foghorn.
    The two friends laughed loudly, happy in the knowledge that their