Mr. ‘Possum, Pt 1: A Note from Hope

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Mom and Dad went on vacation (whatever that is) and I got to stay home with Dr G and Ms Regina. When they got back Mom’s purse smelled funny, so I stuck my nose in and found this thing that’s fuzzy like my stuffies; I carried it around the house until Mom saw me and took it away from me. She said it was her ‘possum and I couldn’t have it because I like to pull all the insides out. (she never lets me have any fun.)

She said they got it up on the top of a mountain at Clingman’s Dome, and she wants to keep it to remember the trip by.
So, now the ‘possum is stuck way up on a shelf where I can hardly see it much less play with it.
Where is that cat when I need him?

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