It was many seasons ago When I was just a kid a band of otters attacked my traveling family. As I recall my dad was a great worrior and he pulled out a dirk and was on one of them in a flash. My brothers and sisters all had bows they took care of the otters on top of my dad. I was the youngest so my weapon was the sling one was about to slay my dad with a spear but I got him in the skull with my sling. Soon they had been slain. I had done my job and my dad could tell I was going to be a great worrior.