That's what the cats that lived in the house said about her.
They also said that she was one of the homeliest creatures
they'd ever set sights on and in their conversations about
Tilde, whom they liked to talk about since she was new,
they never once questioned where she came from or
where she might be going.
For all intents and purposes Tilde was there and had
set up housekeeping.
One thing this meant, since Tilde
liked a little snack now and then, was she had nibbles
available to her when the cats weren't around.
At night Tilde left her cool spot under the porch, where
she had a chair and a table and a small radio which got
most of the local stations and went out through her
front door at the side opening of the porch and right onto
the roof of her house, (the people in the house called
her roof their back porch), where she found a nice plate
of nibbles that the cats had left. But Tilde wasn't always
so lucky to find a full plate of nibbles.
©1999 Peter A Menkin (P)2013 Peter A Menkin
This sweet story was written by me when my mother was alive and is based on a true story of an Opossum who lived under Christa's back porch. I loved best that she had imagination and was determined to live with the so many animals that lived around that big house on all that property that Christa's mother owned on that gated huge lot with the stream. True story, I say. I made it up myself, so I should know.
Good question. I read this story at Church and I am sorry to say, but right now I can't remember. My friends who heard it at Church had all kinds of complimentary other stories to compare it with. That was very complimentary for me. If I say so myself, I read it quite well. They said so, too.
She has such good timing. Crystal reads children's stories and I was lucky to have her. I was lucky she would read the story. It is a short one. Just like a toy, I sometimes think.
I just love this little story. It has so many moments like dancing in the moonlight. The time when the racoons get together to plot, or when it is revealed that the Opossum has a radio in her apartment that is below the deck where she lives behind Christa's house. As I say, true story. Christa lived alone and loved animals, by the way. That is not in the story.
Originally, I printed this story on a little flyer. It went nowhere but to friends. Then it was a quiet little story. Finally, I decided it was worth showing. And now it is an audio book read by the talented Crystal A. Sershen. That Opossum has come a long way baby! Sweet story, if you ask me.
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