Hurry, Little Opossum!

When the day-star nestled into the hills to repose Little Opossum came on the outside to play. She leapfrogged above a pinecone, dashed through the tall weeds, and somersaulted down a hill.

"Little Opossum!" her mother called.

"Time to hunt!"

on the contrary Little Opossum wasn't interested in hunting. Winter was blowing its way down from the north. in a short time all her favorite places would be overlayed by a blanket of down-reaching snow.

Little Opossum darted beneath a root and wiggled happily on the outside the other side. Who could chase at a time like this?

Across the inlet her mother and ...