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THE OPOSSUM
“THE ONE WITH A POCKET”
Wilderness Babies
THE ONE WITH A POCKET
For days and days the new baby opossums lay crowded close together in their mother’s furry pocket. They slept and drank milk, and grew and grew till their eyes began to open. It was dark all around them, but up above their heads a faint gray line showed where light was stealing in over the edge of the pocket.