Two Otters and the Frozen Ladder
When the first hard freeze arrived, the pond near Willow Bend turned completely to ice. The otters Kip and Nell were delighted. They glided across the glassy surface on their bellies, spinning and whooping happily for the entire afternoon.
But when it came time to go home, they faced a serious problem. Their den sat at the top of the muddy bank, and overnight the bank had frozen into a steep, slick wall. Kip attempted to climb it alone. He scrabbled frantically for a moment, then slid right back down to the bottom.
"Let me try," said Nell, and she tumbled back down as well.
They sat at the base of the bank and grew steadily colder. The sky began to darken to a dull gray.
"Wait," said Kip thoughtfully. "What if one of us holds on while the other climbs?"
Kip dug his claws into a frozen root and braced his back firmly against the bank. Nell climbed right over him as though he were a ladder, stepped onto the top, and seized a branch with both paws. Then she reached down and hauled Kip up by the scruff of his neck.
Before long they were curled together in the den, warm and drowsy. "A wall is only a ladder," observed Nell, "if you know who will hold the bottom."
Kip yawned. "And who will reach down from the top."