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| Opossum on a rainy morning in North Carolina. Pink nose covered by an ivy leaf.  An opossum afraid of the dark? I don't think so, but once I wrote a puppet play of that sort, called Marcy, Afraid of the Dark.
It was a sleep over, and the girls inside the house, in the middle of a black rainy night, heard a noise outside. What was it? They went to investigate.
Amy sent the dog down the hall first.
And Emily, crept around the corner, and curled up her fist, and punched the air just in case there was something out there monsterish to hit.
The rattling sound was coming from the garbage can out on the porch.
The lid was partially pushed over, and with a flashlight, the girls peered into it.
Beady black eyes stared back at them. It was just a cute little opossum not playing dead! |
