She shuddered as she grabbed the naked tail and tossed
the motionless critter over the fence.
Her dog had grabbed the teenaged opossum and flung it
into the air like a furry sock.
It lay, teeth bared, mouth open, folded over like a
macabre little origami, obviously dead as dead can be.
The dog glared at her, then stared longingly at the sad pile
of fur on the other side of the fence.
Later, the dog barked in alarm as the dead opossum
righted itself, shook the dog slobber off of its fur, and waddled away, not
even looking back.
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