We were ready to go. Dad started our brand new 4x4 pick-up engine. I waved to mum as we drove off. First we turned off the main road, down a
muddy, wet, bumpy trail. It was so much fun. We went up a nearly vertical hill. Suddenly, Dad slammed on the brakes, screech! We saw something brown and furry peeping out of the grass. I jumped down out of the pick-up truck and walked
slowly over. I saw an.....OTTER! I was really excited as I had never seen an otter in the wild before. As I got closer, I noticed that the otter had a sore leg. I beckoned to dad to come and have a look. He GASPED! It had a fishing net wrapped
around his paw. I looked at dad and wondered what we should do. Then I remembered about the International Otter Survival Fund (IOSF) hospital in Broadford. I had visited the hospital when we were on holiday last year on the Isle of Skye. Dad called
the hospital to ask for their advice. They asked if we could bring the otter to the hospital so that he could be cared for. Dad and I wrapped the otter in a cosy blanket. The otter was trembling but he was so exhausted that he let us carefully
lift him into the back of the pick-up.
We set off back along the bumpy trail. This time much more slowly so as not to frighten the otter. We came round a sharp corner and dad
had to swerve suddenly to avoid a tree trunk which was lying across the track. The pick-up lurched into a ditch at the side of the dirt track. Dad revved the engine to try and get us out but it was no good. We were stuck! The otter was getting
more and more distressed and making squeaking noises in the back of the truck. Dad and I looked at each other in panic. Now what were we going to do? We needed to get to the hospital as soon as possible before the otter became too frightened.
Dad phoned the local garage and a man with a six wheeled drive pick-up said that he would come and help us to get out of the ditch. I spoke softly to the otter while we waited. It seemed like a long time but eventually he arrived and towed us out.
We carried on and arrived in Broadford. A kind lady called Sarah came out to meet us. She lifted the otter gently and took him inside to be examined. Dad and I went back to the holiday cottage where we were staying to tell mum all about our adventure.
A few weeks later I received a letter to say thank you for helping to rescue 'Oscar' and a photograph showing his mended paw. I can't wait to go on the bumpy trail again and wonder what we might
find next time?!
Everyone at IOSF, and all the otters, would like to congratulate Daniel for finishing runner up in the Wicked Young Writer awards. Here he is, pictured with Cressida
Cowell, in London, being presented with his award.
Well done Daniel