She gritted her teeth and began the climb.
With her vulnerable young perched precariously on her back as she ascended the branch, the extra weight caused her paws to tremble, and her sensitive whiskers to twitch at the strain.
Now that their nest had gone, and storm clouds gathering overhead, she was desperate to find a new location to begin building again. It was their only chance…
Can you continue the story of the possums as they strive to find a new home?
Alternatively, you could do further research on possums and produce a non-chronological report about them?
The mother began to climb the long,
sturdy branch. Her young , delicate
babies were crouched on her brown
, fluffy back. The sky was grey and
stormy and the trees were dancing in
the wind. Her little ones were gripping
on tightley making her legs quake.
They were in a desperate need to find
a new home to shelter under. A few
long hours past and the family of
possums had found a small den big enough for a home. Or was it? Would they keep dragging
themselves through the torturing wearther to find shelter?
