Thank you for reading my blog. I hope you are having a good day today.
I have a little friend in the mountains named Pogo. Pogo is a Possum. Oh I know, the way it really is spelled is "Opossum", but nobody ever pronounces the "O" -- it's like it isn't even there. So I just spell it the way it is pronounced.
Anyway, Pogo is a girl possum, and she doesn't come out at all in the daytime. She is what is known as a nocturnal animal. That means that she spends most of her time awake at night, and sleeping during the day. If you have ever seen a possum it was probably crossing the road in front of your parents’ car, and it was caught in the headlights. Pogo doesn't have a home of her own, she sleeps in whatever hole or small space she can find, and it might be different every day.
When she had her babies, she had no where to put them. But that's ok, because the way God made her she just carried them around in a pouch on her tummy. And it was easy, because her babies were so small when they were born you could put 20 of them in a teaspoon. But she only had 11 of them, so there was plenty of room. Then, when the babies were two and a half months old they got too big for her pouch (each was then the size of a small mouse) so they came out of the pouch and crawled up on her back. They stay there for another month, going every where she went, and for 30 days they went every where she went clinging to her back. At the end of that time, they went off on their own.
There are lots of mothers today that are like Pogo. They don't have anywhere to call home, and they have to take their children from shelter to shelter, sometimes a different one each day. Ask your parents how you might be of help to such a mother.
Keep your chin up! Robert P. Rabbit