After we returned from Kansas, the dog started going crazy digging under the shed. We pulled her away to find a dead opossum. Theo bravely pulled it out with a stick, while the girls and I helped immensely by screaming and running. After he pulled it out, babies started crawling out of it's pouch. Theo threw it across the street into the field. We weren't sure if it was really dead or just playing dead, but the next day it was still there so it was either dead or a really good faker. We felt bad about the babies, but there wasn't much we could do for them. Besides, we were just letting nature take it's course -- just not under the shed.
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