Mastodawn

"Possums got into the attic again," said my aunt, pushing a shovel into my hands.

I stood frozen until she snapped, "Get rid of 'em!"

I scurried up into the attic, trying to think of how to deal with wild possums. I didn't even know how to deal with pet possums!

My worrying was somewhat complicated when out stumbled a bat that turned into the girl from next door.

"Sorry, wrong attic!"

As she flew away, I felt a crush develop.