Possum

~S and I found this kind of possum under a bush. It was dirty and it looked dead, but it bared its teeth. And its tail was a dry, bloody stub. It was shaved at the back, so we saw striped fur. We put it in a box. The next day we showed H and then U. She told us to cover it with a blanket. So we covered it with a sweater. H gave it a piece of felt and cotton. We checked on it every minute. Then H said 'twas gone! Then I said,"Maybe it's under the stairs." So H tried to look without going at the bottom of the stairs to peek down. It was ('twas) under there, lying down playing dead(I think). We named him Possam(antha) or just plain Sam(or Samantha) for short.~