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before everything else, just like they had promised in their pact, but when Jack let go, he wiped his glove over his head, slicking down his fur. Bruno had never seen his friend do this before, so he looked down at his own glove to see that it was glistening in the moonlight. A sniff confirmed that it was covered in fish oil, but before he could do or say anything, the referee rang the bell for Round One.
    With oil on his right glove, Bruising Bruno couldn’t throw a decent punch without it sliding off-target and Big Bad Jack’s slicked-down fur made him untouchable. Bruno was a great fighter, but his failure to connect a single blow to his opponent meant it was only a matter of time before Jack beat him down.
    And then Jack threw an uppercut that hit Bruno square on the jaw and lifted him off his feet. The brown otter sailed through the air as if in slow motion, and landed flat on his back with an enormous thud. The next thing he remembered was the knockout count from the ratty referee and Jack Black lifting his arms in triumph, the crowd cheering and chanting his name.
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    â€œAnd that was the last boxing tournament I ever competed in,” sighed Grandpa Bruno. “Big Bad Jack became a sporting celebrity and went on tour with the Otter Boxing Federation, while I stayed at home to take care of your grandma, who I found out after the match was expecting pups in the spring.”
    The Brown family were quiet and thoughtful at the end of Grandpa’s story. They didn’t know what to say to the old otter who had lived such an amazing life.
    â€œWhere can I get some of that fish oil?” asked Coco, who cared mostly about adding a really nice sheen and an additional layer of waterproofing to her grooming regime.
    â€œFrom fish, of course,” laughed Nutmeg and Chestnut.
    â€œOh, yes!” chuckled Coco.
    â€œWhy did you stop boxing, Grandpa?” asked Beanie, who was much more sensitive than her older siblings. “Could you not enter the next tournament and win back your title?”
    â€œOh, by the time next season started I had a young family and, without Jack to train with, I fell out of shape,” he said, and then sat up and visibly brightened. “But now I have you lot and wouldn’t change that for all the titles in the world.”
    The Brown pups jumped up and gave their grandpa a big hug.
    Woody felt bad that his friend’s grandpa had done such a terrible thing to his grandpa, and couldn’t help wondering whether Sooty was capable of tricking him just so he could win a competition.
    His thoughts were disturbed by a loud crunching sound. It was coming from Beanie, who was hungry after the story and was munching noisily on her snacks. This in itself was not unusual. It was something else that made the young pup curious.
    â€œWhere did you get those from?” whispered Woody.
    Beanie’s cheeks were bulging and her mouth was too full to speak, so she lifted a paw and pointed to a group of rocks on the riverbank close to the den.

    â€œLOOK!” yelled Woody, spying three small rafts and one big one that the Browns had last seen bobbing downstream in a cloud of angry bees. The rafts were now neatly anchored to the rocks on the riverbank. “Beanie has found all of our stuff!”
    The Browns leapt up and hurried over to check that everything was still there, and then noticed another set of similar rafts that obviously belonged to the Black family.
    â€œThey must have found them and carried them upstream along with their own,” said Mama Brown, heaving a sigh of relief. “That was awfully kind of them, don’t you think?”
    â€œPirates!” growled Grandpa Bruno. “Those black-hearted black otters are not content with stealing our home, they want to sleep in our bedding and eat our food as well!”
    â€œOh, I’m sure that’s not the case,” said Papa Brown.
    â€œReally?” said Grandpa. “Then