By Dina

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…

It had been a long winter and the last thing the family wanted was to lose their home. The sky was covered in grey and gloomy clouds. The family of eight had managed so far, but it was getting harder and harder to survive in these harsh conditions, but losing their home...

The mother possum was slowly climbing a thick branch to find somewhere to stay for the night. So far the family had had no luck. It soon started to get dark and the young were getting hungry, so the mother gave up trying to find a new home and quickly got to work foraging for food. At last, after many hours of looking, the family sat down to a rather small feast of dead insects. They would manage...

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HANGING ON