The possum was hissing and spitting and then it was playing dead. I was scared. I took the broom and tried moving towards the possum, but I felt sorry for it. It had something wrong with its side. There was a big hole in its side like somebody had shot it. And the hole was bloody and oozy and sore looking. So I stood there and didn’t do a thing.
I looked at my Dad and the poor possum and I said, “I don’t want to. I think it’s hurt Dad. I think somebody shot it in the side.” Then the possum kind of cried.
My Dad got pissed and walked towards me and said, “Here. Give me that damn broom.”
So he took the broom and started beating the possum…