Possum Apr 2026

"Oh no, Gary! Look!" a human voice whispered. "The poor thing is dead right on our welcome mat."

Barnaby stayed perfectly still, even when a giant rubber-soled boot nudged his side. I am a stone, he thought. I am a very ugly, furry stone. . Inside, however, his little heart was actually slowing down, a natural "superpower" that helped him survive the stress of being noticed. Possum

His legs went stiff. His tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth. He even managed to look a bit dusty, as if he’d been lying there since the mid-nineties. "Oh no, Gary

As he approached the porch, a sudden, blinding light cut through the dark. A Tall One had opened the screen door. Barnaby’s instincts, honed by millions of years of marsupial evolution, kicked in instantly. He didn't run. He didn't hiss. He simply… stopped. I am a stone, he thought