by Kitty
Zebby is a possum. But not,under any circumstances,is he a normal possum. In fact, Zebby may have rabies - we aren't sure.
So one day, we pull in our driveway after going out to eat. It was still light out. As we walk up the porch steps to the door, I spot Zebby. He is huge, lumbering around near the pine trees in the back of our house.
"Rabid," I muttered. I knew these kind of things. I know about animals and treatment and care and diseases. And I know how to tell a rabid animal form a normal one. My big clue was that this possum was out in the daytime. We had to get back in the house. Sure,Zebby was far away and didn't seem to notice us, but rabid-or thought to be rabid-animals are unpredictable.
Me, my mother and my brother stepped into the screened in porch where we would be safe. My father remained to 'face off' with Zebby. He threw rocks, which worried me because if Zebby had rabies-at least I think he did, he could do some damage.
But luckily for us, Zebby left us alone, unharmed. I've never seen Zebby again. Is he still lurking somewhere?
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