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The Tale of the White Possum

The tale of the White Possum.

Once upon a time, a large brushtail possum lay in the fork of a tree in the middle of the giant desert of Gondwanaland. Curled up tightly, the tree was bare and all its leaves had fallen during a terrible drought. The tired and thirsty possum tried desperately to fall asleep, but the heat on her back was unbearable and she longed for a thick fluffy cloud to drift over and block the sun.

She looked up and saw a bright blue sky. There was nothing that would help shield her from the sun. But then she saw, out of the corner of her beady eyes, something very beautiful. One large fluffy cloud in the horizon. It was miles and miles away yet it was just visible. “how do I lure the cloud over?”, she thought. But then she had a brainwave - she needed to befriend the lonely cloud, and she first needed to look like one of them! She clambered off the tree and rubbed her fur against a white chalky rock in the sand.

Rub, rub, rub. Rub, rub, rub.

After a few minutes, she had turned into a white fluffy possum. Looking out to the horizon, she waved her paws and screeched as loud as she could. Alas, the cloud did not see or hear her, and stayed where it was. Dejected, the white possum returned to the fork of the tree and curled up into a ball. Yet, even though the sun was still shining as brightly as before, this time she no longer felt a searing heat. This puzzled her. After all, nothing had changed except for her white fur.

Now much cooler, she slept like a baby possum through the rest of the day. But from that day onward, she learnt the magic of the white chalk. But she never told the other possums about this handy trick, and even today, white possums are incredibly rare.

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