We went looking for possums last night. You can feed them at dusk in the local parks and apparently they like apples. Unfortunately, all we found was darkness, lots of darkness. We walked for miles searching for the cuddly critters before retiring to a riverside bar. As we drank from our schooners, I discussed the possibility of Possums being a construct of the collective imagination of the Australian Tourist Board. After all, they fooled us with skippy! That Kangaroo could’t speak at all !!! Bastards!