Tourist-Otter

We're going to the Polar pavilion, says Bertille. Want to come with us?

Okay, says Terence. 

I'll catch up later, says Gaius. I want to speak to an official.

Wouldn't they admit the elysia? asks Mathilde.

No, says Gaius. It's understandable. But I'm certain they will have an interest.

Where did you leave it? asks Rusty.

In the ticket box, says Terence. The ticket lady took it.

Did it understand what was happening? asks Bertille.

Terence explained what was happening, says Gaius.

Not about the tickets, says Terence.

Come ON! says Bertille I want to see polar bears and penguins.

Will there be otters? asks Terence.

I don't think so, says Jean-Claude.  They have their own otter trail.

They could be anywhere, says Mathilde. Keep your eyes open, everyone.

What do otters look like? asks Rusty

Like anything, says Terence. 

Gaius has left to look for an official to talk to, so he's not there to explain that Terence is mistaken.

Not all otters are shape shifters.

Most of them remain otters and do nothing wrong.

But Terence has sewn seeds of suspicion.

They are now in the polar pavilion, in front of the polar seal tank.

The polar seals lark about in the very cold water.

Fleowooshflah!

The tourists watch them though the glass windows .

Most of the tourists are in pairs, or family groups, but one or two could be otters.

There's one! whispers Terence loudly.

A tourist-otter turns and fixes Terence with an unfriendly stare.