The Opossum Story

Currently Listening: Supertramp's "The Logical Song"

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I have a story I'd like to share with you.
See the graph above? Hopefully... Anyways. Click the link then. Baha. Onwards!

I come home, like any other day. Park my little car in front of the other little car and get out, lugging all my school stuff to my garage door, where I open it and let my two labs, Molly and Toby, run free. I continue my route and head into the house to deposit my school stuff on my bed to be forgotten until the last possible minute. Heading to my computer, I check Gaia, my email, and the like. THEN. I hear my dogs whining and barking. Now, this is normal, but I figure I might as well go and check it out anyways.

I head outside and over to the PINE TREES as you see on the map above. Molly and Toby are both whining/barking and lunging under the tree. I stick my head in too, so I can check out what they're after. Suddenly, Toby runs out with a opossum dangling from his mouth, hopefully still alive. Of course, I freak out because it's right next to my face so I jump back, shrieking, and let them carry it off.

After coming to my senses, I go over and make Toby drop the opossum, and shove both him and Molly back into the garage. The opossum is now sitting beside the driveway and where the front of the house is. This is where it gets good. Molly actually VOMITS a baby opossum up. Wait though, that's not all. She then goes and EATS it. Again. After it's been regurgitated. Gross. After this I go and check on the opossum to see if it's alive, and it is, so I head back inside to make a few calls. First, I call my mother. She says to just leave it there. I then talk to Rachel, who's THE person to go to in animal need.

She comes over and we inspect the opossum together. We poke it and stuff, obviously. At first we think it's paralized, but then we're not really sure, so we go inside and play with my cats. About an hour later we head back outside, and oh my! What a surprise, the poor thing is gone. Well, we both assumed that it was LONG GONE, and my dogs had been cooped up for over an hour so we let them out to pee.

Well, whaddya know, they head over to the group of bushes/trees that separate our yard from our neighbors and pull the poor thing out, AGAIN. We get the dogs back inside and go to investigate the opossum. This time it's bleeding and we think it's dead. So we poke it with a stick and it flinches so it's alive, just probably really badly hurt. So then we leave the opossum there and Rachel heads home.

Haahaa, then my dad comes home and lets the dogs out, not knowing about the opossum story. Soo... here in my yard lies the remains of a dead opossum. I've got to track down the baby opossums now and see if they're okay. And not violent and crazy.

That's pretty much it for my story. I've now got to go and rewrite my AP Lit essay. Yay.

Have a good night. <3