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To: BlueCrab who wrote (4880)	12/8/1997 6:04:00 PM
From: Janice Shell	Respond to of 71178

Bilbo licks himself idly. His self-indulgence stimulates a half-lost memory. The memory of an engaging possum who could have been his. Before Trixie, even. He was just a pup then, inexperienced, a bit gauche; he even chased the lumbering lass for a bit, until he took a good look at her hairless tail and saw its beauty. Alas, he'd frightened her. His reassurances were all in vain. She ran off, giving a tiny provocative flick of her thin tail to his sensitive nose. Perhaps he'd been possumptuous, but still... Well, he's older now, and wiser. He licks himself again, and sinks back into his reverie...

To: BlueCrab who wrote (4880)	12/9/1997 1:50:00 AM
From: JF Quinnelly	Respond to of 71178

Bilbo rouses from his death-like sleep. He blinks his eyes several times and considers getting up onto his feet. Time passes. He licks his nose. A gurgling sound comes from his stomach; it's past time for breakfast. Up he rolls, and shakes the dust from his coat. A waddle down the driveway. Bilbo glances furtively at Alexa's window, sees the shotgun propped there, and slinks streetward in the shadows. The morning air is still chilly. Bilbo gazes at the trashcans and sniffs: some tasty cans, some Red Ant Chutney.... No. Hmmmmm. Suddenly a delicious aroma wafts past Bilbo's wet, black nose... He waddles quickly now, out to the curb. There, next to the garbage can, is his tasty morsel: a nice, yummy, tire-flattened possum. Yum. Bilbo drools. "I think I'll start with the head" he muses, "and work my way to the entrails. Ummm, good," as he bites a big chunk....