Pilly the Pygmy Possum

Each night as he wakes, Pilly stares at the stars. He spots a bright light, is it Jupiter or Mars? His adventures begin, when we fall asleep; He searches for tucker for him to eat. Wait, what’s that sound? What could it be? It’s Piper and Poppy and Peter he sees. The pygmy’s frolic, climb and love to play. They go on adventures every day. One terrible night, something went wrong. It got very hot, and the winds were strong. There was something blazing, and smoke in the air. It made Pilly jump, it gave him a scare. His home was on fire, with flames burning bright. His friends had disappeared in the night! “Piper, Poppy, Peter?” he calls. But sadly, there was no answer at all. Pilly ran to safety, but he was all alone. His habitat ruined, he had lost his home. Then he heard his name being spoken. “Pilly? We’re here!” his heart was unbroken. “I thought I lost you, my best friends,” but that’s not where the story ends. The pygmy friends survived that sad day. But the other pygmy possums were in a bad way. Pilly and his friends found a new home. To live together and continue to roam. Winter arrives and the snow starts to fall. It’s time for Pilly to hide somewhere small. Pilly hibernates under rocks nestled low. Tucked up for slumber under a blanket of snow. He snuggles up tight in a soft little ball and drifts off to dreaming dreams of it all.