The saga of the stool and the otters

[A year ago I wrote the first part of this, but never posted it; then I added a new installment this fall, and still sat on the story. But now, following on the heels of last week’s otter post, it feels like a story with a happy ending, just right for Christmas.]

In the summer of 2024, I bought a small folding aluminum camping stool, which I kept by my beaver pond. One day it disappeared. I searched the shore thoroughly, no sign of it. I was mystified: only the animals and I go there.

Two days before Christmas 2024, the pond was now thinly frozen except for the nearby otter holes. To my astonishment, about eight feet out on the ice from where I’d last seen my stool, there was the folded stool:

The only explanation I can come up with is that the otters pulled it out of the pond onto the ice, either because the shiny blue metal looked like a fish, or just for fun. And I’ll also never know whether it was them that dragged it into the water in the first place.

The ice was too thin for me to venture out after it. I tried snagging it with a branch, no luck. Shortly after I wrote that post, there was a thaw, the ice melted, and the stool sank beneath the ice. You might assume the story ended there.

[Part 2, October 2025]

But in the fall, after a summer of drought and low water levels, I was out with some fellow walkers when one of them shouted: “Look what I found in the pond!”

At the very edge of the pond was my stool! It might have drifted there, or the otters might have dragged it, I will never know.

After a rinse, it was good as new.

Have a lovely holidays.