Juniot was very sad because of all the humiliations he was going through in those days, Nicolas, the most unbearable possum in the universe, had made it his vital mission to harass him and make fun of his stripes, everyone already called him a poor possum because he didn't even have stripes. , isolated from his relatives and without friends, he decided to take a walk near the road to catch some sun and forget the reasons for feeling so out of place. Arriving at the side of the road he saw Nicolas or what was left of him crumpled on the ground, no longer in agony, even with his unbeatable rival down, the first sensation was fear of those who pass by like a breeze and it only hurts for a second, the second sensation was joy decided in a chill, he felt free, so many bad things in his daily life that would never happen again with that that had just happened, but it didn't even last half as long as the first sensation, without knowing what to think he threw himself into the first thought that came to him 'it could have happened to me', 'will I be next?', so he decided to anticipate this situation , he puffed out his chest and started crossing the highway, moving as slowly as possible, on the other side he opened his eyes wide at another forest, similar but not the same and there he went.

© Ricardo Bomfim