It was raining this evening, and still she wanted to be let out. After a couple of hours I went outside in search of her and she was sitting under a tree, her fur all damp, staring up at the telephone lines where the possum normally is. I picked her up and warmed her up in my arms and then suddenly saw something move in the distance. It was the possum! I let her down and watched her run closer to the telephone pole.
I wonder what they talk about.
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