Possum was walking around the woods. It was dark and rainy. He looked at all of the trees. He noticed a weed tree. He walked over to it, noticing the weed from the tree was picked. He gently grabbed it.

“Who did this to you? Come on..tell me.”

Possum whispered softly. Then, he heard rustling in the bushes. His attention turned to the bushes, letting go of the tree. He waddled over to the bush.

“Yes, yes, yes.”

He whispered softly. He was pretty high from smoking weed.