"There's been a baby possum on the patio the last two nights. Buddy, of course, spotted it and wanted out to attack. He was very upset when I said "no".
I didn't see the little varmit last night so I went out with Buddy. He made a bee line for the corner of the patio behind the cedar tree and there was the possum. I grabbed Buddy before he got bit and the possum excaped through a gap in the fence."
Too bad Grannie wasn't in the neighborhood. She could have cooked up some possum stew.
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