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.