Tara was enjoying herself immensely. The water was cool against her fur and the taste of shrimp'n'hotroot soup was lingering on her tongue. As the daughter of a great skipper of otters, Tara was expected back at the head table with her father, Joldine Pikepaw. The only problem was that the refreshing water had Tara Pikepaw under its relaxing spell, she couldn't get out now, and even the thought of more fiery soup couldn't pull her from this luxurious swim. She wasn't the only one enjoying herself; every otter present loved the Hullabaloo.
At the Hullabaloo, a celebration held at the summer by the sea, there were hundreds of otters from all over the area. Not only that, but they all had to be fed as well. But this job was made easier as every otter chipped in. They caught fish (lots and lots of shrimp) and collected herbs, fruits and vegetables. There was enough food to last a few families of badgers five lifetimes. There was also a lot of entertainment, clowns, acrobats, singers, dancers and even artists, as well as a number of others. On top of all this, there were games for the younger otters, swimming competitions and other fun games, as well as activities for the older otters, mainly fighting. The Hullabaloo was the best time for an otter apart from the singing and snoring which quickly became unbearable to anyone with ears.
Tara was on the verge of falling asleep when some voices woke her. It wasn't her father like she suspected but a few very young otters. Being an Abbey otter, Tara referred to these as Dibbuns. She slowly rose out of the water and dragged her weary legs onto the shore.
'Tara, wake up, we be's wanting a clown but de uvers won't let us.' One whined. The disappointment was clear on the babe's faces so Tara put on a smile.
'Those naughty clowns need to be taught a lesson!' she mock-growled. The Dibbuns cheered and ran after the otter who was going to hopefully show those clowns who was boss. They ran across the sand and toward some odd changing rooms.