DAILY BLOG BY BELLA 25/3/20

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Hanging On

QUESTION TIME

I.         I think the possum’s nest got blown into floating twigs on the wind, which is now why they are riding their mother to safety.

II.         I think the mother is hoping that she can get all seven of her young to safety, I think she’s also praying that there’s a safe place to put them at the top of the tree while she builds a new nest.

III.  think the possum third from the left has the best seat, because he is on the middle

of the mother’s back, has a good paw purchase and two of his siblings are squashed up next to him which will stop him from falling.

IV.         think that humans definitely use their eyes the most out of the five senses.

STORY STARTER

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 so let’s see how they’re feeling shall we.

That’s classic Atticus, taking the best spot and

getting Acorn and Paris to squash in next to him to stop him from falling and make the rest of us hang of the edge. I know Penny, who’s clinging on to the other side, would be having no trouble she is exceptionally good at this sort of thing and she’s able to adjust herself easily it being just her on her side. I have to put up with Ace right next to me, he was whispering anxiously with Atticus, he looked petrified although he was pretty tough with the little things he’s got a weak stomach when it comes to life and death situations. I can feel Pearl hanging on to me for dear life, I don’t mind how hard she’s digging into my back I’ve got a soft spot for her, she’s so kind and gentle and I can feel how much she’s shaking from fear and strain I don’t know what I would do if she fell to her death so I’m trying not to think about it. Mum’s doing such a great job, her love for all of us is inspirational were about 65% of the way to the sheltered fork, with plenty of building materials and a safe place for all of us to rest while she builds it, I hope it’s a little bigger than the old one, Atticus always stretches out and hogs all the room.

“Polo, Polo what if I fall?” Pearl piped up

softly, my stomach lurched didn’t want to contemplate it

“You won’t,” I assured her tenderly, pleased I

could keep the shake from my voice “dig harder into my back, it doesn’t hurt,”

I lied “were already 80% of the way there.” Another white lie, we were probably about seventy now. I glared up at Atticus it wasn’t endangering me, Pearl and Paris and maybe even all of us if I jogged mum, I would have doubtlessly pulled him down from his spot and thrown him off, or maybe if he was lucky let him cling to the side where I was now. I felt terrible for Paris and Acorn, Atticus was so mean and horrible and yet Paris adored him and thought he was the most wonderful thing in the world, and Acorn just followed him around like a lost puppy. Mum was moving ever quicker, the fact that we were nearly there spurring her on we’d be there in minutes and we should all make it.