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1. No wolverines, no badgers, although their smaller cousins, and pretty good eating when happenstance allowed, such as the groundhog, the raccoon and the possum were in abundance
2. He could play possum and wait for us
3. On the menu were possum and venison pies
4. LP ordered venison and Ingrid asked for possum
5. LP didn't want to say that they were destined for the next batch of possum pies
6. "Anup, you silly boy," I say, grinning, "you can't get that possum
7. He knew she was just playing possum and
8. One possum did turn and say “Thank you for the advice, but I believe we know better than a dove and a squirrel what is good for us
9. She believes him,” said Mama Possum
10. “We have heard about your plan from a skunk and a raccoon and a possum
11. the possums not just playing possum, the dogs and cats there’s no use calling, the splayed raccoons regular as road signs
12. “What is possum porridge?” As he passed by, a Nuluv's interruption by happenstance was the next line in the parable they had interrupted
13. He was mostly wrapped up in a grey possum skin cloak so that all they could really see of him was his head of matted, thick hair
14. Around a fire squatted a group of three men in similar attire to Binjie – with long possum skin cloaks
15. Akhim still played possum as he didn’t fancy another beating off Stu
16. “You ‘bout ready for the Possum
17. possum hunt or with Moses because the tiny cabin was
18. She thought it was her son’s guinea pig so she turned on a light and found a live possum on her pillow that was chewing off part of her hair to make a nest
19. She screamed and the possum hissed angrily and ran into the living room and she made her husband go after it even though he was certain she’d just dreamed it
20. She was all, “REALLY? AM I DREAMING ALL THIS SLOBBERY HAIR ON MY PILLOW?” Then the possum charged and they had a full-out possum battle in the living room, which did not end well for the possum
21. My dad made me raise an orphaned possum when I was ten and every time I fed it, it hissed and glared at me like it wanted me to die in a fire
22. It was a very imaginative, bitey possum and also a total douche-canoe
23. Laura’s possum hair story always struck me as being one of the worst ways to wake up at two a
24. And I lay there for a second, thinking that I was certainly dying and that if a possum had chewed off my arm I would probably bleed out within minutes and that this was exactly the sort of way I would die
25. Did you just punch me in the neck?” and I screamed, “A POSSUM JUST ATE OFF MY ARM,” and that’s probably the worst way to wake up ever
26. Ben hesitantly admitted that it might not all be apples because we were assigned to sleep in something named “Possum Tent,” but he did assure us that Australia’s possums were adorable and not the angry, giant-teethed, hissing menaces that we had in Texas
27. Just in case you think I’m overreacting, this is an American possum on his best behavior
28. Then we turned directly onto a path with A GIANT POSSUM IN THE MIDDLE OF IT
29. But then the flashlight came back on and the possum was gone
30. I considered telling Laura it was probably just a ghost possum but I worried that might make her more freaked out
31. A giant dead possum is marking the spot where the gas leak is
32. Plus, they killed your possum
33. I wasn’t sure if I was more scared that the possum was still alive or that it was dead
34. Victor suggested that I nudge it with my foot but I was afraid it might maul me so instead I poked it gently with a pool noodle while saying, “Hey, possum
35. Honestly, it could only have been better at playing possum if it’d had some intestines in its pockets and spread those around, because that’s how you know you’ve got a possum who is really committed to the role
36. I went inside to look for a shovel and when I came back the possum was gone
37. Thank you to the lovely and talented Andrew Kantor, who took that picture of a vicious possum so I didn’t have to
38. Although neither of the executioners had spoken with a southern accent, I sounded to myself as though I must be trying to track down some good old boy with a red neck and a tattoo of the Confederate flag somewhere on his body, good old Jim Bob, with a juicy wad of chewin’ tobacco tucked up in his cheek and Merle Haggard playing on the radio of his pickup, while he drove around with a loaded rifle, looking for a possum to shoot so that he could bring it home to the little woman and have her make her mighty fine stew that she served over buttered grits with collard greens on the side
39. There was the far-off yelping of possum dogs in the dark swamp under cool autumn moons and the
