One cold, dark night. The wind was thrashing through the trees like someone was having an adrenaline rush. Lightning was hitting the trees as if hundreds of scorpions were falling from the sky and thunder was filling the sky with noise like an instrumental band playing the wrong notes.
A cuddly, grey possum with long sharp claws was scrambling through the rain stricken trees searching for food. When suddenly a loud screeching noise ringed in the possums ears like an opera singer missing her highest note. The possum looked below him and saw a helpless baby possum scared and lonely.
It was being hunted by a vicious, scaly snake with long sharp fangs. Venom was dropping off them like rain falling from the sky.
Suddenly above him a flash of lightning hit the tree and forced and forced the possum to fall. He fell and fell and fell until he landed right on top of the vicious snake. The possum dug his claws in so hard it was like thousands of knives digging into a murderer's victim. They were so sharp they killed the snake and put the lonely and cuddly baby possum out of danger. It scurried up on the bigger possum's back and they went to a sheltered spot in a paperbark tree and rested.
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