Carefully, the little Possums held onto their dear mother, doubting if they would slip. One Moment later, loudly the clouds became darker. It started raining and there was a storm. So she got to the top of the enormous tree she was climbing and got her little ones warm.
The possum had big eyes and elegant black and brown fur. She went up the branch carrying her young. Soon the rain became harder and there was a flood. It was too dangerous for the little possums. While the mother possum jumped to the next tree, one of the possums tried to jump too, but he failed instead he fell into the flood. When the mother possum heard a splash he jumped into the flood, even though she didn’t like water that much just like the other possums. Gladly she got the little possum, and climbed up the tree where the other possums was. In just a few moments the little possum opened its eyes.
Gladly after three nights and two days the flood was over. Early the next day after the flood the mother possum went to get the little ones food. Carefully as she was jumping from tree to tree, she saw a garden full of food. She got there as swiftly as she could get, she got the food that she could hold and ran. When she got to all of her kids she was so happy to see them playing kindly and cheerfully.
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