If I were really an opossum I would curl my tail up into a tree all the day long and only come out at night. I'd hide children in my belly, for I'd be a marcupial. I'd stow away in garage cupboards and attics only to produce more babies, for my pouch. I'd play a mean game of chicken. I'd dodge cars and motorbikes as they approached down Fair Oaks Blvd. If I were an opossum I would most likely hiss and gnash my teeth at you, but if you really knew me, you'd know me to be placid and gentle, avoiding confrontation. If I were an opossum, I'd play possum, so people would quit bugging me.
I so wish to be an opossum. Nocturnal or Bust.