The Beginning

Mebit’s feet began to feel cold, but the light of the end of the tunnel was near. Mepit was a striped skunk, and was no more than a few weeks old, her brothers and sisters had already left, and she was growing hungry, but she knew that when she got out there would be a lovely fresh supply of milk from mommy. She was fat for a young one, and would always drink mommy’s milk until she was tired, then slept, then drank; it was a fantastic life. But now it was over, she was about to get her first glimpse of the world, then she could go  back in with mommy and drink, and sleep, and drink, and sleep. She finally got out and popped out the hole.
“Mommy! Mommy!” She cried, frilled at the light, “It is heaven out here! I’ve got for days without food, where have you been!”  mommy sighed, it had only been a few hours, but Mebit needed all she could get. Four other kits where suckling and she was already tired, she was glad that Mepit was finally outside. They climbed back inside and the others fell asleep, Mepit came up to mommy and began right away. It had been four hours precisely, and Mepit was used to being fed once about every thirty minutes. She suckled and suckled until mommy was weak; her ribs began to show. It wasn’t for a few hours that Mepit stopped, and after that mommy was reduced to a worthless bag of bones. Soon morning came and the kits returned to feed, noon came and passed when mommy sighed weakly:
“Kits, you are to old to depend on me, go on now and learn to hunt.” The four kids toddled off to learn forward from here, Mepit stayed. Mommy got up, her legs seemed so far apart and she could barely walk, Mepit on the other hand, who had taken litres more than the rest, was bloated to top, she pressed against her mother’s teat and suckled, but nothing but dust came out. Mommy, who was now nothing but some muscles, bones and organs, collapsed on the floor.
Mepit made her  way after about an hour, the belly reached the floor, she began to walk along a some logs, held together by metal parts. The evening soon came when Mepit was halfway across the bridge her muscles where still small and a belly of such size was heavy, she curled up against her tail and slept. But soon after she dozed off a train came whizzing by, Mepit woke up just in time and ran, but she couldn’t run fast, she saw her end when suddenly something shot by and grabbed her. She opened her eyes and saw a small, dirty fuzzy black and white thing, she went closer.
“It doesn’t have any suckers?” she pondered to herself, and noticed, was this hunting? Had she hunted down this little fuzzy thing? It looked dead? It was no smaller than her but she sighed, closed her eyes and opened her mouth as big as she could. She snapped it shut but to her surprise the ‘thing’ had moved. “Are you alive?” She asked. Suddenly the thing had burst into life. Equipped with a tail and head.
“What are you?” Continued Mepit… “A squirrel, a rat? You look like a rat?”
“Playing Opossum!” It cried, balancing on his foot. (which isn’t a good thing to do then on the steel pole of a railway bridge…) He drooped down and sighed, “It never works though…”
“Opossum?”
“Small, furry, black and white, nocturnal, cute, dead, pouch… equals opossum!”
“Where are your suckles?” There was a brief pause,
“Ok, one, I’m male, two, your head won’t fit in the pouch…” He held out his hand, “Name? Mine’s is Algon.”
“Uh, Mebit…” They shook hands, what happened there? they became friends, but the story itself has just begun…

By Haley Brunton
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