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…

Can you continue the story of the possums as they strive to find a new home?

She perched onto a flat tree branch which would have been perfect to make a nest if there had been leaves creating a shelter. She had to find a place to start building before the storm continued and morning came. She gently shook her children off of her back and left them under a place sheltered with lots of leaves and went off to find bark and leaves to start building her nest.

When she arrived back with her mouth full of bark and leaves morning had come.She laid her children,joeys,in the most shadiest part of the branch.while they all rested the mother started making the nest.

it took her a while but finally after every night of making it she finished.

Lavinia