A possum makes its way into a bakery at night and eats its bodyweight in danishes.
This is what the bakery owner found in the morning....
My initial thoughts.
1) At least the bloody thing isn't in my roof.
2) At least the bloody thing isn't raiding the bins in Fitzroy Gardens (a great place for possum hunting at twilight - I take foreign visitors to go see the ferocious possums - its a must...)
3) At least it's not being let loose by Glen Waverley, who traps them, takes pity on them and sets them free.
4) At least foreign students in Carlton aren't mistaking the poor beast for a lost cat.
5) Kudos to the bloody thing for doing something I wish I could do - raid a bakery, eat to my hearts content and nearly pass out from the joy of it all.
In my next life I want to come back as this possum.
Not this possum.
That is one obese but obviously very happy possum.
ReplyDeletePlease tell me that the posso/cat post is not real. If it is real I am suprised that the finders still have all their limbs.
Bless him, his left hand is even clutching as his tummy!
ReplyDelete....I love possums and we used to set our trapped ones free too...
Hi Pand,
ReplyDeleteNever seen a possum in the "fur" so to speak, but how can one be mistaken for a cat?
:-)
Cheers
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The top shot is real.
ReplyDeleteThe bottom one is a fake - probably taken at a vets or a picture of somebody's hand raised possum (because EC is right, they'd take your arm off those ones in the wild) The number given is that of the talking clock... still very, very funny :)