Interlude 3: The Possum King
"Where was I up to in the story last night?"
"I don't remember Daddy."
"What do you remember?"
"The bad men were gone. After that I think I was dreaming because I married a possum."
"A possum? Why?"
"Because he was throwing rocks at me Daddy."
"Throwing rocks at you?"
"Yes Daddy. He was a naughty possum."
"But why did you have to marry him?"
"His daddy, who was the Possum King, saw him throwing the rocks and made him marry me as punishment. I wasn't allowed to say no."
"…Okay then. Well, after the bad men were gone all the special people were happy, except for the angel. No-one needed her help anymore and she didn't know what to do…"
T.B.C.
